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Carl Fogel
Guest
Full Marks to a Spot-On Poster, or Zog the Undeniable
There once was a haiku-loving "technically Welsh" cycle-bard Who hated to stop on leafy paths to "de-
clag his mudguard." He preferred "lorry suction" on the "dual carriageway tarmac," Protected by "a
slightly fettled steel angle bracket," And in wintre took "bricking it all the way to work" hard.
Zog is undeniably bi-lingual. His posts on rec.bicycling.tech arouse little suspicion, but he often
lets go on uk.rec.cycling with phrases that charm the American eye. He has mentioned in passing
being "technically Welsh" and provides occasional haiku.
While Zog prefers drafting trucks on paved roads in daylight, (no need for his rear lamp mounted on
an altered bracket), he once tried a bike-path at night and was appalled by wet leaves:
" . . . sucked up so many leaves that I had to stop again to de-clag my mudguard. . . . Stuff that
for a game of soldiers."
Presumably, however, Zog prefers even leaf-littered bike trails to being forced to walk to work in
wintre on brick sidewalks.
Rubbish! Pretty barking! Total codswallop! Tossers! Throw a wobbly over a duff frame!
Full kit! Full marks! Spot on! Give it a go! A smartish stop!
Spoke keys, spanners, kerbs, trams, punctures, tyres, metre, centre, wintre--
Well, maybe not that last one . . .
Hire cars, gas rings, full-sussers!
Best of all was his comment on fence wire strung across a bike path:
"Sounds like the work of the Provisional RAC."
Next week: Ryan Cousineau
There once was a haiku-loving "technically Welsh" cycle-bard Who hated to stop on leafy paths to "de-
clag his mudguard." He preferred "lorry suction" on the "dual carriageway tarmac," Protected by "a
slightly fettled steel angle bracket," And in wintre took "bricking it all the way to work" hard.
Zog is undeniably bi-lingual. His posts on rec.bicycling.tech arouse little suspicion, but he often
lets go on uk.rec.cycling with phrases that charm the American eye. He has mentioned in passing
being "technically Welsh" and provides occasional haiku.
While Zog prefers drafting trucks on paved roads in daylight, (no need for his rear lamp mounted on
an altered bracket), he once tried a bike-path at night and was appalled by wet leaves:
" . . . sucked up so many leaves that I had to stop again to de-clag my mudguard. . . . Stuff that
for a game of soldiers."
Presumably, however, Zog prefers even leaf-littered bike trails to being forced to walk to work in
wintre on brick sidewalks.
Rubbish! Pretty barking! Total codswallop! Tossers! Throw a wobbly over a duff frame!
Full kit! Full marks! Spot on! Give it a go! A smartish stop!
Spoke keys, spanners, kerbs, trams, punctures, tyres, metre, centre, wintre--
Well, maybe not that last one . . .
Hire cars, gas rings, full-sussers!
Best of all was his comment on fence wire strung across a bike path:
"Sounds like the work of the Provisional RAC."
Next week: Ryan Cousineau