Hey, keep pedaling! I'm blowin' up my tires, too!
We gotta do what we gotta do, keep on movin', brotha,
into another day! Whatchya say? Move move move!
Get in the grove! Eat light, drink water, pedal pedal pedal.
(not necessarily in that order)
Order rhymed with water... that makes this a poem.
But I have no idea what happened at the beginning. I wasn't home.
