the Mountain Bikers

Slowly, reluctantly they wake.They try to be communicative,And polite,They, the teenagers and their father are on holidayOn holiday to go mountain bikingTo eat, sleep and wake up moaningReliving the aches and the spills of yesterday.It’s called ‘Having Fun”In this group father and sons become the ‘boys’.Four energetic, fit, forever hungry guys. I, Poppa have beenContinue reading “the Mountain Bikers”