Our Friend Ed is Seventy

Seventy years of concentration

Drilling down is his vocation.

He’s never let a question hang

He’s Master-of-the-Detail Lang.

Nepal, Bhutan and Papua

He’s captured with his camera,

He’s seen the world through his viewfinder

And again and again with his rewinder.

Binocs he has bought anew

Stabilized for steady view.

To measure wattage, speed and joule

He has the latest biking tool.

Election year, he reads the blog

Of every pundit, cat and dog.

Neuroscience is his addiction,

Spends no time on books of fiction.

Yet there are gaps in techno-lad –

He has no iPhone, no iPad.

An old PC is close at hand,

He’s not bought into Apple land.

Perhaps the price is just not right

For purse-strings that he holds so tight:

Each shirt and pants he’s ever bought,

In seventy years that’s quite a lot,

Is still in Lincoln on deposit

In some bulging box or closet;

Now please note the Audi car,

Eighteen years it’s plied the tar,

From Boston to the west its been

At two hundred thousand, it’s just broke in.

But silos, gadgets, notes tight-wadded

Are not the essence of our Ed.

Sarah, Edmund, Penelope

Katy, Lynne are family –

His smart and active, far-flung crowd

Are whom he loves and is so proud.

Also there’s his gutsy spirit

Ski, skate or bike, he goes for it –

Though after many thumps and jolts

His body’s full of plates and bolts.

Yet, here he is with Romney-hair

A little gray, but plenty there,

A kind and loyal friend who’ll help

Any of us who gives a yelp.

At seventy, let it be said

We’re proud to be the friends of Ed.

The Center of Europe

Six bikers, eight days, three countries to see

The center of Europe and its history - 

Who's conquered lately, whose ghost may still lurk

The Hun, the German, Soviet or the Turk.

And now the Americans invade it by bike

Swilling the Kofala they’ve learned to like,

Laying waste to the road, to the hill, to the mile

Though teeth chatter sometimes when they try to smile.

Eileen has her guidebooks and is eager to hear

What Jani will say about each local beer

Which she lists on her iPhone so she'll be reminded

By her digital assistant if she ever can find it.

Josh and his iPad keep us current on news

Times editorials and CNN views.

In spite of the shivers and on-coming cold,

His Wiener Schnitzel never gets old.

Dick's feet are like magnets attached to the pedal

For distance and steepness, he gets the medal.

But when Kathy asks, "What would you like to do?"

He quickly responds, "My dear, after you."

So Kathy pumps it, right up the hill

And sometimes at dinner, she pays the bill

Which she does with unusual wit, style and grace

Showered, shampooed, not a hair out of place.

Barbara is ready for unguided thrills,

But may over-shoot when she speeds down the hills.

Uphill, she's steady, determined and strong

Once into granny-gear, she seldom goes wrong.

Don's breathing sounds like the big bad wolf's huff

But hasn't the oomph for a house-flattening puff.

Instead as he pedals, he thinks of a poem

To share with the bikers when they finally get home.

Our leader’s alert to “Jani”, “Jano” or “Jan”

Assisting, cajoling as we bike along.

Counting our noses, he's helpful and quick

Because bikers, like weather, are hard to predict.

Ivan is right there at the top of the turns

With gorp, fruit and water when uphill legs burn.

He fills up the bottle and pumps up the tire

And brings in the bags so the guests can retire.

North cross Slovakia, our hearty bike band

The river in Hungary and Polish hill land,

Shared some of ourselves over coffee and meals

On a trip that's been more than just spinning wheels.

Tonight is the time for our last celebration

Reprising our three-country biking migration.

Lets raise one last toast, one final libation:

Thanks Jano and Ivan for a great bike vacation!