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Our Haiku Contest has helped capture a plethora of very special moments among the world’s community of cycling enthusiasts.
Hughie Simmons had a few for us, by turns both gregarious and introspective. First, riding the gravelly lanes at l’Eroica perhaps?
Steel tubes, leather perch,
I am Swankster, hear me roar!
Eat my dust, slowpokes!
Then chiming with Nature as winter becomes spring. Maybe. It would tick one of our Haiku requirement boxes at any rate.
Like a chrysalis,
Daniel H. was in with a timely reminder that no animals were harmed in the construction of our latest saddle. “Bovine chatter” is worthy of Milton.
Cambiums good grace
Bovine chatter, fields rejoice
And our conscience clear.
He wasn’t the only entrant singing the Cambium’s praises. Who knows what fantastic prizes lie in wait for our eventual winner?
Kishore and Michael Murphy both gave their posterial punning skills a run-out. Classics scholar Kishore first
Throne of riding gods;
Aphrodite and Ares
Softly kiss both cheeks.
And a slightly earthier Michael
Leather? But of course.
Bless your beautiful hide, Brooks!
From a cycling bum.
Of course, this was a contest launched in the month of February so it was fitting that Amber got drenched on the 14th, then hammered, then… well who knows what happened?
Blinkie lights, pouring white rain
Whiskey après bike.
Give Hans Rueeger two wheels and a bit of leather under him and he’s not fussy where you send him. Most Haiku writers dispense with rhyming. Not Hans.
Asphalt and gravel
On roots and rocks I travel
Still sitting comfy
It would appear that Tristan has of late been unlucky in love.
It’s over, she said
At least my gearing’s fix-ed
On that I’ll depend.
Initially, we thought he was quoting her gratitude to him for repairs he had carried on her “gearing” pre-break up, followed by the heavily ironic “hope” on his part that she come to no harm on a bike that he has perhaps not really “fix-ed” for her at all.
But on closer inspection it’s simply a textbook case of Locked Cog fetishism.
Tristan requires no human company as long as he can enjoy the magical symbiosis of Man and Gear Ratio. Sentiments we can probably all relate to, right?
Caylie kindly condensed 150 years of history into three short lines for us, with a handy and charming synopsis of the events surrounding our company’s genesis. Maybe we can buy this off her?
Horse dies. No money.
Borrows bike. Thrilling! Seat hurts.
The story of Brooks.
You can still submit your 17-syllable work of art to the Comments Section below, but preferably to the one here, until Friday.
Keep an eye on our Facebook page after the weekend, when we’ll post our favourite five. The winning Haiku will be the one which receives the most Likes, and we won’t be checking up too strictly on how many close relations and friends are numbered among your Likers. So tell them all.