I just rode my peugeot one speed from amsterdam to budapest, through the netherlands, belgium, france, germany, austria, slovakia and hungary... and had a great time. Anyways, got that bloody 'big rock candy mountain' stuck in my head more than a few days in a row and messed around with a new bike dedication.... haha, here it is
One evening as the sun went down
and the bikes were all unloaded,
Down the path came a rambler peddlin’
And they said folks I’m-a-touring.
I’m headed for a land
that’s far away
And the miles I’m not a-countin’.
So ride with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the big rock candy mountains,
the wheels go round and round
Where your big load feels like feathers,
And the hills always go down.
Where you reach the top without a sweat,
but the vistas take your breath
Where your wheels come true,
and you never need lube
The tyres stay new,
and the drive train too.
In the big rock candy mountains.
Where your fuel bills all are zero,
and you’ll never see a car.
There’s tandem bikes
and recumbant trikes
Where it’s never a race
at a natural pace
In the big rock candy mountains.
Where you’re friends with all the locals,
and the k’s just slip away
With an energy snack,
on a nice smooth track
and the wind at your back,
In the big rock candy mountains.
Where the campsites are all bramble free,
and the smoke don’t sting your eyes
There’s plenty of trees
and you never pay fees
Moss for a bed
and mosquitoes are dead.
In the big rock candy mountains,
your bum just don’t get sore
Where bright and shining rainbows,
light clouds that never poor.
Where each new day,
you choose your way
You can ride your bike,
Till the fall of night,
In the big rock candy mountains.
(whistle)
I’ll see you all this comin’ fall,
In the big rock candy mountains.