My white bicycle, my white bicycle

Riding all around the street
Ten o’clock and they’re all asleep
I’m not tired and it’s so late
Moving fast everything looks great.

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

See that man, he’s all alone
Looks so happy but he’s far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him
He should come with us & just join in

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

The rain comes down but I don’t care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air

My white bicycle

Car driver shouts but I don’t see him
They’re one thing I don’t believe in
Find some judge, but it’s not leavin’

Lift both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still speed
My white bicycle and me

My white bicycle, my white bicycle

The song was originally performed by “Tomorrow” – also appropriate I thought….

So tomorrow…. a quick – or rather short & steady – jaunt around the block and back to the Rose & Crown for 12 noon as I’m sure we all have things to be doing and we are just indulging ourselves with a bit of healthy exercise before over-indulging “tomorrow”.

See you at the Rose & Crown at 10am

The song  was inspired by the Dutch Provos, an anarchist group in Amsterdam which instituted a community bicycle program: "they had white bicycles in Amsterdam and they used to leave them around the town. And if you were going somewhere and you needed to use a bike, you'd just take the bike and you'd go somewhere and just leave it. Whoever needed the bikes would take them and leave them when they were done." 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEpD9RH-Wds