Putting in the work Doesn’t mean you’ll win, although If you don’t, you won’t

Show up every day Do your job and don’t get hurt Then do it again

Bike racing’s so tough I’m just watching from the couch And my back is sore

Cycling is like jazz It’s the drugs you didn’t take That turn good to great

Headwinds are like hills But you never reach the top And the view’s a bore

Tuck your elbows in Drill a teeny-tiny hole In the wall of air

Riding in the rain Doesn’t have to be a chore But it always is