Mum's the Word ...

Banjo (commonly known as Mel Chambers) has been at it again ...

Mum's the Word

At the track yet again

Getting all the gear out

And I still don’t quite get

What all the fuss is about.

Okay boys, off you go now

Yes, of course I’ll watch you.

And yes, I’ll get all the snacks out

What else would I do?

Another weekend at the track

Sitting here reading my book.

And soon we’ll go home

And the dinner, I’ll cook.

What? Me have a turn?

Ha ha, I don’t think so!

What, really, it’s easy?

Okay, I’ll give it a go.

Well, this isn’t so bad

I think I’m going okay

Who would’ve thought

That I would do this today?!

Another lap down

And another drink break.

I wonder how much of this

My body can take…

Okay, let us go home now

That was really quite fun.

And in that little moment

I knew the damage was done.

I need my own bike now

I need one this week

I need to have it in time

For the next club race meet!

Have you found me a bike yet?

No, I don’t care what colour it is.

Just get it right away

Before I lose all my shiz.

My bike it is fab,

And I can’t wait to race.

I’m so damn excited

I can’t get this grin off my face.

My first clubby goes well

I’m a boss on the gate

There’s an open next week

And I can’t bloody wait!

So off to the open we go

Boys you’re on your own now

You just sort yourselves out

You’ll be right, you know how.

Wow my first race is up

I just hope I don’t bomb it…

SELF! Just take it easy

I think I’m going to vomit.

My legs are all jelly

And my nerves they are shot

That race was just awesome

And I don’t even know what place I got!

I can’t ride the next one

I’m feeling quite sick

I think I pushed myself too hard

I went too bloody quick.

Well, my day it is over

After a couple of races

My friends were in stitches

The looks on their faces!

I went out too hard

And put an early end to my day

Doesn’t matter, I loved it

And I went quite good, hey?

Can’t wait till the next one

Can’t wait for more training

What, the practice is cancelled

Oh crap, now it’s raining.

I’m working this out

I’m going better than planned

What? I can’t race the next one?

What do you mean I’m dead-manned?!

What a crap rule,

There’s only three chicks in my class.

And because I am slow

You can just give me the arse?

Well that’s really quite silly,

They’ve got a hide

Kicking me out

When I just want to ride.

Surely there can be exception

When it comes to us mums

Would you rather us sitting

In the crowd on our bums?

And another free lesson

On the pinnacle rule

Yes thanks Neil, I get it

And I still think it’s uncool.

Well, the rules they aren’t changing

Race meets run to the letter.

I only need to beat one

I’ll just have to get better.

Right well I’m getting it sorted

I’m not coming last anymore

Turns out that I have topped

The State Series score.

The boys are laughing at me

And the results on the page.

Well, it’s not my fault

That I’m the only one in my age!

Ouch! A fall in car park

Gees, I am so dumb

I forgot I was clipped in

And now I have a sprained thumb.

These clips are doing my head in

I balance so good in flat shoes

But as soon as I’m clipped in

I’m just waiting to lose.

I love riding my bike

And I love racing too

But it’s all getting so busy

There’s too much to do.

The packing and shopping

The sprints and the training

It’s all getting too much

And my interest is waning.

The boys want me around

To sit between races

And be on the ball

When we visit all of these places.

The road, it is tough

And not every race meet’s the same

I need to be around for the boys

I need to be on my food game.

I loved racing so much

I never thought it would end

But somehow it’s over

So long my dear friend.

It was all so much fun

But not something I mastered

Four years on the bike.

It was great while it lasted.