Blow out one, mile twenty.
Blow out two, not too funny.
Mile forty, took a spill
Went and pedaled up the hill.
Pain in leg not too bad,
Wanted to finish, gave it all I had.
Shin swelled up like a balloon,
Crossed finish line none too soon.
Ambulance ride, emergency room,
X-rays chased away the gloom.
Nothing broken, just big bruise,
Biker safe, GOBA news.
A little early heading home
End of ride end of poem.
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