Twas the night before RAGBRAI, no time to be lazy
All through the house, Meredith was packing like crazy,
"One bag? Seriously?" I sigh with despair
As soon as I realize my stuff won't fit in there.
One last shopping trip was made with great care
With hopes I forgot nothing and have to go back there.
A stop at Bob's WheelWerks to get a road tire
Hoping no flats plague me like fire.
The children were talking, not ready for bed
I pretended I heard nothing and kept packing instead.
“Where is my sleeping bag?” I wondered aloud
“Next time I'll pack early,” I ambitiously vowed.
It was two in morning and still no sleep
But at least from the children, there was not a peep.
I knew it was time, and closed my eyes to the night.
Only to waken too soon, to early light.
My mind was racing, lists I do like
What not to forget, helmet, gloves… bike!
“I should have more done,” I muttered with dread
But wrote this darn poem instead.
Just a few hours to go, and this adventure will start
It's gonna be awesome I know in my heart.
Still more packing to do, but errands all done
I can't wait for some hot, Iowa RAGBRAI fun.
