Ghost Riders in the Snow

A lone bike rider came a'pedalin'
Down my snowy street
A flashing light upon his head
Reflectors at his feet
    His tires cut a jagged trail through ice and salty grime
    He eased his grip, and held a steady line

        Yippee-yai-ya, yippee-yai-yo
        See them come -- ghost riders in the snow

I saw him once again
As he approached the traffic light
He stood up on his pedals
As he surged with all his might
    His teeth were clenched, his nostrils flared expelling clouds of smoke
    He made the light, and then relaxed his stroke

        Yippee-yai-ya, yippee-yai-yo
        See them come -- ghost riders in the snow

When he got to Milwaukee Ave
He heaved a grateful sigh
He joined a crowd of other riders
Bravely cycling by
    Their silent column rode downtown against the wailing wind
    As light of day arose, their headlight beams grew dim

        Yippee-yai-ya, yippee-yai-yo
        See them come -- ghost riders in the snow

(Just a little something I came up with as I watched a lone soul make his way down my block at six a.m.)

Comments

[the village scribe]

Welcome back! What a great image this conjures up of some determined bloke thumbing his nose at winter while smiling beneath his balaclava.

[newport driving school]

This is the best Ghostrider I have heard - used to watch a friday night show (around 1952) - Chuck Wagon Pete if I remember - and this was their theme song - waiting for Mom and Dad to come home from grocery shopping in Philly. Nice!