The usual suspects the usual lies, we are riding our bikes, no need to cry.
We plan to go easy, \'tempo\' they say, what does that mean on any given day.
Talking and laughing and spinning with ease, isn\'t it grand, feeling the breeze.
Legs under pressure, wheels are humming, amnesia sets in, an attack is coming.
These are our friends from all walks of life, riding their bikes with all of their might.