Bob, he broke his innominate
That’s the
bone that they couldn’t name
All were
worried at Tour de Lygon
We feared
that our Bob would be lame.
His coxal was
smashed – that’s the hip bone
In
particular, acetabulum
The leg bone
had nowhere to hang on
To ride would
be cyclero ad hellum
The
innominate’s the illium, ishium and dare
I say pubis
It’s what
holds the leg in its place.
You break it
and you’re in big trouble
And never
again will you race.
Says Bob
“It’s certainly serious,
I’ll have to
change my regime”
But Bob’s the
master of subtlety
And all
wasn’t quite what it seemed.
Top surgeons
they pieced him together
And then they
all wished him the best
“The best”
may involve a wheelchair
Walking stick
and a good rest.
Maybe a
blanket, a fire, hot cocoa,
Pain killers,
year after year.
“Your bike
riding days are behind you”
But Bobster
had different ideas.
Bob wasn’t
keen on retirement
E’en with a
broke pelvic girdle
He knew all
the stuff in medical terms
But he wasn’t
fazed by such hurdles.
See Bob isn’t
easily defeated
See Bob he
had different ideas
Soon Bob is
out there and riding
Although not
always riding with gears
Last October
we all rode ‘round Bay in a Day
How we
trained for this draining event
Said Bob
"thought I’d pop down to Sorrento & back
On my fixie
to see how I went" !
3 Peaks is a
Challenge for wide-eyed fanatics
For cycling
supremos and such
Not
gentlemanly chaps on the road to recovery
From muscle
and bones turned to mush
But out of
the mist rode TDL’s Bobster
His muscle
and bones well intact
Did he ride?
Did he ride? He rode and he nailed it
And my
friends that’s not myth, that’s the fact.
Yes I know
this poem is corny
And sure,
it’s too long and et al
But Bobster,
I say, he is worth it
Inspiration -
he is to us all.
Poem: from Howard, our Poet-in-Residence
Sentiments: from all of us
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