“The old school bikes are the best, no gears, just muscle power to move forward!” Gun Roswell

Bike to ride

A ladylike bike
With a basket in front
Will lead you
To a treasure hunt

The ride you’ll enjoy
Even, shouting ahoy
While riding around
Plenty of goodies are found

Soon enough
It’s getting tough
Your basket is full
Up the hill
The bike you pull

Sweaty and thirsty
The bike you’re cursing
But when at the top
You see another shop

Quickly mounting the bike
Because you see what you like
With cool breeze in your hair
You thank to gods of this great fare