Sure thats the life of ordinary Rás men
We left Donegal in a hurry, or at least it seemed to me as the riders went by in a flurry.
Up the drag, near the gutter, the demons inside begin to utter, ' your cooked, your done, your race is run'
I see fella's pedalling squares, the demons again, 'you need more gears' ?
Liam beeps by, i turn to see his only boy, with a wave of his hand, i am on the bumper
If this was a woman there is no way i could hump her!
We must have made some sight to the uninitiated, especially with me cycling like i'm conspitated!
Another black jersey beside me now, so Liam and John drive on, the immediate question, Is the will gone?
I look inside my soul for some semblance of control
I voyage into the deep, but no questions are answered, not even a peep
Thank god Gargan is here, silent and flowing, his objective so clear
Up and down, Down and up
Sip, Slurp, Sup
A rider comes up saying Mick is near, something this week i did not hear,
Its time to face an ancient Rás fear
They say there is safety in numbers and so it proves as by stage end we hear were still in,
Then the thought, tommorrow! 'o jaysus' we'll have to do it all again!
But sure thats the life of ordinary Rás men.
Written after stage 7 of the 2012 Rás by Donncha O Brien
