We are a Spandex Crowd
Whisper it low, sing it out loud!
We visit the gym to stay in shape
By weekend we launch an escape (refrain)

We strive to be fit, spry as a cat
And spin our wheels
At the drop of a hat

Old jerseys – festooned in bright,
Our helmets of rainbow delight
We are a statement of fashion
Our bikes – a treasured possession

We gossip of chains, wheels, and spokes
Of weather – and trade friendly jokes
Some have greeted the new millennium
With carbon upgrade – or titanium

We ride between mountains
With imposing high ridges,
Crossing rivers with wide spanning bridges
In differing climbs and varied terrain
Single file ride as we did train.