I've been organising the French bike ordeal...eShopping all week.
I've decided to wear two of my finest legs...
(the ones on the right; no pun intended on the frogs theme)
But they are about to endure 600 French miles of pain!
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Been planning a journey on a Bike,
600 miles is a hell of a hike.
Modern: Solar panels and no map!
The only worry is no water on tap.
Well used to 'wrong side of the road',
I just need music and a head-down mode.
I suspect that I'll need super powers!
But hey, who needs toilets and showers?
Irrational love of speed! Why do it?
....and why put yourself through it?
But when is love rational?
You cannot fear the falling off!
