Tonight is the cyclist's Christmas party and I have asked 3 people to send me images so probably one will come through. In the meantime, the below poem was created by a cyclist who heard Flyin Tuna took a short cut during last Saturday's Blue Jay ride.
There was an old woman who lived near the Y.
Who loved cycling even more than a little Debbie pie.
One day she rode blue jay with her cyclist friends, But because of her age,
she couldn't finish at the end.