July 28, 2009

Zoom! Corvair! Agony for Me! A Cyclist's Salute to Hee Haw

Imagine, if you will, 4 beat up, and battered, spandex clad, cyclists, on crutches, and in casts, sitting, and standing, in front of their neighborhood bike shop, with display windows as backround...

To get you in the right frame of mind for this sing-a-long, sit back, and enjoy the masters at work...Gloom, Despair, and and Agony on Me. ;-D

Zoom! Corvair! (Yes, just like with Hee Haw, there is an OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! after each of the 1st 3 lines!)

Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

We figured the car would pass, giving us room to the hilt
And we figured the driver would see that to do anything else would mean we might be kilt
'Cause the road was two lane, and to our right was a cliff
How was we to know he didn't care if our blood was spilt?

Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

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Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

We figured the car would go on by, giving us some room
And we figured the driver would see the parked cars
Meaning getting too close would spell our certain doom
How was we to know she was dabbing on make-up, causing us to see stars?

Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

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Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

We figured we had the right of way, crossing the intersection
And we figured all the drivers saw us, and were stopped
'Cause anyone could see the signs with just a cursory inspection
How was we to know that he was Texting, meaning we'd get bopped?

Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!
Two broken arms, and a busted knee!
If it weren't for my other bike, I'd have no bike at all!
Zoom! Corvair! Agony for me!

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March 08, 2009

A New Cycling Song, Sort Of

As I've written about, in January, Cyclists of all stripes are taking to Twitter with a vengeance. ;-D

Well, Cycling, and Twitter, share top billing in my latest Song Parody. ;-D

With humble thanks, and apologies, to The Playmates, and a certain car they sang about a long time ago. ;-D

Since the song is not about Cycling, but about Twitter, Journalism, and Rush Limbaugh, the piece does not belong here. ;-D

You can read, and comment on, it at my other Blog, Musings of a Mad Macedonian. ;-D

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December 15, 2008

Merry Christmas! The Jingle Bicycle Song

THE JINGLE BICYCLE SONG

( With Humble Apologies to James Pierpont, 1857 )

Listen to  the Melody while singing along! ;-D

Pedaling through the snow
On my trusty Steed,
Down the street I go,
Hoping Cars pay me heed;
Bell on handlebar rings,
Headlight making me so bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing
A cycling song tonight.

Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
O what fun it is to ride
My Bicycle around all day.

A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a Tandem ride,
And soon Miss Annie Bryte
Was seated behind my backside;
The bike was clean down to the crank;
Misfortune was not our lot;
We sped past a drifted bank,
And did not get upsot.

Chorus:

A day or two ago,
Another story I must tell
I went riding in the snow
And off my bike I fell;
A gent was pedaling by
In a recombent,
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
And away he quickly went.

Chorus:

Now the road is clear
Ride it while you're young,
Take the girl you hold dear
And sing this sleighing song;
Just stay out all day
At a sedate, and comfy speed
Traveling a planned and certain way
With you taking up the lead.

Chorus:

Coyright Kiril Kundurazieff 12/15/08

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October 11, 2008

Rock and Roll Icon Digs Dude Parody!

I often find my poetic inspiration from the works of others, and last December I wrote a piece with humble apologies to Jake Hooker and Alan  Merrill (Listen and enjoy!), hee, hee. ;-D

So you don't have to go to the original post here, in all its glory, is...

I Love to Get on a Bike and Go, Go, Go!

I saw her parked in the store showroom
I was sure her speed must a been at least 17
She looked so sleek and so strong
I knew I could ride her all day long
That feeling inside wasn't wrong
And soon she was with me, yeah me, as I was singin'

I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

She gleamed in the sun and I gave her a name
I'll call you Cleopatra, I smiled,
'Cause to not would be a shame

Said, I'll take you on a long trip alone

Next we were movin' down the street
She was with me, yeah me, as I was singin'
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

Said, I'll take you on a long trip alone

And we'll be rollin' on
And I'll be singin' that same old song
Yeah, I'll be singin'

I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

Lone_blogger

In the time that has passed since I wrote the above I've had one comment.

Long time commentor, friend, and encourager of my creative writing, Jaspar, wrote..."Not bad, but hang on to your day job." ;-D

Last week a 2nd opinion was expressed, and that is what I wish to share with you, dear reader, today...

I awoke, on Monday, October 6th, to the following in my e-mail:

A new comment from “Alan Merrill” was received on the post “I Love to Get on A Bike and Go, Go, Go!” of the weblog “The Cycling Dude”.

Comment:

Funny! Thanks!!

Cheers,

Alan Merrill

Commenter name: Alan Merrill

I sat there, looking at the screen, wondering if I was still asleep, and imagining things, but a check of the website convinced me this was legit.

So I wrote a thank you, and included a couple of questions:

Dear Mr. Merrill,

Thank You so very, very, much!!

Your kind compliment absolutely made my day, hell, my week! ;-D

A few years ago I re- discovered a talent for creative writing not tapped for a couple of decades, since my school days, and discovered a talent for poetry/song, as well.

From time to time I find my inspiration in the wonderful works of others, and that day, last December, it was the turn of you and Mr. Hooker. ;-D

On my BikeBlog, and my other Blog, Musings of a Mad Macedonian, for 6 years now, these pieces find a home for others to discover and enjoy.

The creators of the pieces that inspire me are either long since dead or, I figured, until your note arrived, leading busy lives that would in no way lead them to discover what had been done by little ol' me, with my miniscule readerships.

Getting reactions from either camps, under those circumstances, is something one hardly expects, hee, hee! ;-D

So that begs 2 questions:

1. How in the heck DID you find me, anyway?

2. What is it about my little piece that makes it funny in your eyes?

As a budding writer, I am always open to constructive criticism, and praise, for my humble efforts, but have rarely gotten either. ;-D

Sincerely yours,

Kiril

That evening I received a response:

Hi Kiril,

Well it might be my regional heritage (mid-south-Europe) being close to yours, and a resulting similar sense of humour!

How I found you?

I simply look for any cover versions of "I love rock n roll" that my publisher might have overlooked, and your piece came up.

I thought it was clever and wanted to thank you for taking the time to write a parody to my olde tune.

I thought it was very inventive!

Cheers,

Alan

Now, just how very cool was that? ;-D

LOL!

Imagine that, an, um, 70's era Rock and Roller having a similar sense of humor to someone who played the Violin for 8 years in school, in the 70's and, as a result loves Classical, Big Band, Swing, and Instrumental Jazz over the music his peers went bonkers over (Such as the music of said Rock and Roller, um, hee, hee!). ;-D

Will wonders never cease? Hee, hee! ;-D

As I wrote him back I find interesting his explanation for finding me.

It makes perfect sense, and I can imagine other performers, and song writers, being just as interested in such things.

Anyway I thanked him again for the compliments, and taking the time to write to me.

It truly means a lot to me.

Some have looked askance at me for my blogging all these years ( 3 blogs over 6 years, 1 retired after 5 1/2 ).

I love to write, what can I say, whether its about bicycling or, on my other blog, my opinions, or on genealogy, cats, books, movies, and TV, and on a whole host of other interests, including writing poetry, and fiction.

My traffic may be miniscule, but I've built a reputation of sorts, especially with the Dude, and developed some interesting friendships, and had some amazing correspondences, over the years.

The friendships, correspondences, being interviewed by a local weekly, consulted by an author of a book, then quoted in the finished product, being invited to be a part of the new "Citizen Press Corp" of the Orange County Pacific Symphony (Unpaid! I get free tickets to concerts I want to attend, then I blog about them!)...all make this hobby interesting, and well worthwhile for me, even if I make little money from it (My 1ST payment from Google Adsense FINALLY came in, last week, hee, hee! $101 whoo hoo!!!).

I plan to print a copy of my December Post, and his comments about it, and get a frame later in the month.

That frame will then go on my wall with pride.

There are millions of bloggers, world-wide, who plug away, daily, or weekly, in obscurity, on every subject under the sun, and it is my hope that this story will encourage them to keep it up because there are interesting, and interested, people out there, unknown to you, who are reading your work...

And one day you might hear from someone...and who knows where that contact may lead? ;-D

October 11, 2008 in Creative Writing | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

August 24, 2008

The Cycling Geek

With humble apologies to the incomparable Ray Stevens, and his fabulous song, The Streak (Watch the Video!):

THE CYCLING GEEK

REPORTER:

Hello everybody, this is your Fox News correspondent
We report, and you decide, on the news across the nation.
I'm on the scene at the Arco AMPM Service Station
There seems to have been some disturbance here.
Pardon me, sir, did you see what just happened?

WITNESS:

Yeh, I did...I was standing over there filling up my gas tank
And here he comes
Through the parking lot, into the bike lane, and around the corner
Faster than a Roadrunner!
And I hollered over at Ethel...I said watch out Ethel!
It was too late, she'd already been startled...

CHORUS:

Here he comes, boogie-dad, boogie-dad
There he goes, boogie-dad, boogie-dad
And he's wearing strange clothes!

Oh, yes, they call him the Cycling Geek
Fastest thing moving two feet
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his hybrid bicycle
He loves to give motorists a tweak.

Oh, yes, they call him the Cycling Geek
He likes to show off his physique
If there are cars to be found
One Hundred riders just like him will be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique...

REPORTER:

This is your Fox News correspondent once again
And we're here at the major intersection.
Pardon me, sir, did you see what just happened?

WITNESS:

Yeh, I did...I was next to my car checking the tires
And he just appeared in the middle of traffic
Come streaking into the left turn lane, there, and through the intersection
Didn't do nothing but use hand signals, and flash a great big smile.
I looked over there where Ethel was sippin' her cool drink and I hollered...Hey, look, Ethel!
It was great! She'd already seen the poltroon
Flashed a middle finger at him in front of God and everybody!

CHORUS:

He ain't rude to motorists, boogie-dad, boogie-dad
He ain't stuck in rush hour traffic, boogie-dad, boogie-dad
He just loves to ride his bicycle because it's fantastic.

Oh, yes, they call him the Cycling Geek
He loves the feel of a saddle under his butt cheek
Wearin' his colorful jersey, and expensive riding shoes
Guess you could call him a freak...

REPORTER:

Once again, your Fox News correspondent on the mountain highway
Covering the disturbance on the side of the road.
Pardon me, sir, did you see what just happened?

WITNESS:

Yeh, I did...just in time. I was standing at the side of the road
Looking out over the canyon with Ethel
Here he come right down the winding road, likety-split
Keeping to the side of the narrow street
Watching for passing traffic
Heading straight toward us.
I hollered over at Ethel, I said look out Ethel!
It was too late...She'd already moved, having seen what I had not.
The guy was on a three-seater, with a friend, and an empty middle spot.

Here they come again...look...who's that with them?
Ethel? What the hell's the matter with you, Ethel?
What do you think you are doing?
You get your ass off that damn contraption!

Ethel, where are you going?
Ethel, you traitor!
Leave me the damn keys, Ethel!
ETHEL!!!!

Copyright 2008 by Kiril Kundurazieff

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June 02, 2008

MY BICYCLE: A Song

With sincere apologies to Scotland (Wikipedia History), Tony Sheridan (YouTube), Ray Charles (YouTube), and children everywhere (Hum the melody!) for this parody of My Bonnie. ;-D.

MY BICYCLE

My bicycle takes me along the bike trail, my bicycle heads down the road with me,
My bicycle takes me along the bike trail , O come ride with my bicycle and me.

Chorus:
Ride with, ride with, O ride with my bicycle and me, and me:
Ride with, ride with, O ride with my bicycle and me.

O pedal ye swiftly over the bike trail,
O pedal ye swiftly to the sea.
O pedal ye swiftly over the bike trail,
And ride your bicycle with me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that bicycling was dead.

Repeat chorus

The bicycles have ridden down the bike trail,
The bicycles have ridden to the sea,
The bicycles have ridden down the bike trail,
And brought you on your ride to join me.

Repeat chorus

My bicycle needs no gas tank,
It is people powered you see,
I use my own legs to assist her,
O come ride your bicycle with me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I went by all the cars,
Last night as I watched them drive ahead,
Seeing they were numerous as the stars,
I imagined that all the bicyclists were dead.

Repeat chorus

My mother wouldn't even let me ride in the bike lane,
My father thought Mountain Biking a sin,
My sisters thought not having a car was insane,
Wouldja believe what a pickle I was in?

Repeat chorus

My mother, she got run over by a Yugo,
My father, he died flattened by a truck,
My sisters were killed by a drunk driver you know,
My God, to die this way, what the F***? (or Heck, if around the kiddies!)

Repeat chorus

I tried joining the Auto Club,
I tried rush hour, high gas prices, and the like,
I tried owning a car like you, bub
Now I happily just cruise on my bike.

Copyright by Kiril Kundurazieff - 6/2/08

June 2, 2008 in Creative Writing | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack

April 22, 2008

BIKE TRAILS: A Green Acres Theme Song Parody

BIKE TRAILS

Bike Trails are the place for me.
Car free pedaling is the life for me.
Miles of asphalt for me to travel.
Keep the freeway, just give me that cool gravel.

The Interstate is where I'd rather be.
I enjoy the speed you see.
I just adore that multi-lane heaven.
Honey I love you but give me Highway 67.

...The quiet.
...I don't buy it.
...Fresh air.
...Where?

You are my wife.
Good bye, gas guzzling life.
Bike Trails we are there.

With apologies to the folks responsible for the classic TV Show Green Acres.;-D

With Gas prices hitting $3.85 a gal. here, Santa Ana, and averaging $3.50 nationwide, will see more folks finding other ways to commute? ;-D

If you aren't into duets, I've got some other songs. ;-D

Copyright April 2008.

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April 21, 2008

Three Songs Not on Lists of Best Music to Bicycle By?

David Fiedler, of the great Cycling Blog at About .Com, went on a long bike ride recently.

Listening to tunes, while cycling (Normally a no-no, he admits.), he began to wonder "what's on people's lists of best music to ride to?"

It is not surprising to discover that neither him, or his readers who responded to his question, have heard of these soon to be, maybe, possibly someday, classics...

The Bicyclist's Song

Bad Cyclist

I Love to Get on A Bike and Go, Go, Go!

Hee, hee! ;-D

***UPDATE - 4/21***

Make that 4 songs!

I wrote a new one! A duet!

BIKE TRAILS: A Green Acres Theme Song Parody ;-D

***END UPDATE***

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December 31, 2007

I Love to Get on A Bike and Go, Go, Go!

Bar_fargo

With humble apologies to Jake Hooker and Alan  Merrill, hee, hee. ;-D

I Love to Get on a Bike and Go, Go, Go!

I saw her parked in the store showroom
I was sure her speed must a been at least 17
She looked so sleek and so strong
I knew I could ride her all day long
That feeling inside wasn't wrong
And soon she was with me, yeah me, as I was singin'

I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

She gleamed in the sun and I gave her a name
I'll call you Cleopatra, I smiled,
'Cause to not would be a shame

Said, I'll take you on a long trip alone

Next we were movin' down the street
She was with me, yeah me, as I was singin'

I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

Said, I'll take you on a long trip alone

And we'll be rollin' on
And I'll be singin' that same old song
Yeah, I'll be singin'

I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So let's hit the road, baby!
I Love to get on a bike and go, Go, GO!
So come on and roll with me!

Lone_blogger

Happy New Year Everyone!

And, Happy Trails, as well! ;-D

****UPDATE - OCT. 11, 2008****

Alan Merrill responds!!!! :-D

****END UPDATE****

 

 

December 31, 2007 in Creative Writing | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack

October 16, 2007

Bad Cyclist: A Song Parody

Sometimes my writing gets its inspiration from the most interesting places.

Take this tale of stupidity made worse by idiocy in jolly ol' England:

A cyclist gave police a false name after he was seen riding on a pavement.

Nicholas Skinner (19) was seen cycling on a pavement in Westlode Street, Spalding, by police on the afternoon of June 14.

He rode between parked vehicles and onto the correct side of the street after officers shouted at him to get off the pavement and was later seen parking his bike outside Maples Solicitors.

Spalding magistrates heard on Tuesday that Skinner told the officer his name was Gareth Searle before his real identity was revealed by another officer.

Skinner, of London Road, Spalding, was charged with failing to give his name to an officer and riding a cycle on the footpath but did not respond to the court summons.

He was also facing a charge of failing to comply with a red light but this was withdrawn.

Magistrates fined the  guy more (£60) for not giving his name and address than for riding on a path (£40)! He was also ordered to pay costs of £60 and a victim surcharge of £15.

Now, I ask you, was it worth it to ride on the sidewalk, and risk getting caught?

Certainly not in THIS town! ;-D

From Spalding Today, and Lincolnshire Free Press - 10/16: Cyclist gave false name after riding on pavement.

So what was the first thing that runs through my twisted little brain?

The lryics to the theme song of one of my favorite reality TV shows! (My sister and her hubby are Sheriff Deputies.)

You know the one, even if you don't know all the words.

Sing, or hum, along with my version. ;-D

Bike Police
Lyrics by The Cycling Dude with sincere apologies to Inner Circle. (Watch the Video, on YouTube, to get in the right mood!)

Bad cyclist, whatcha want, whatcha want,
Whatcha gonna do when the cops come for you.
Tell me, where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do? Yeahhh?

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

When you were eight
And you had a Schwinn that was great
You go to school and you learn the golden rule
So why are you acting like a bloody fool
If you wanna be hot you must ride cool

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

You ride it on that sidewalk
You ride it on this sidewalk
You ride it past mothers
You ride it past fathers
You ride it past your brother
You ride it past your sister
You ride it past everyone and you ride it past me

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

Nobody naw give you no break
Police naw give you no break
Soldier man-a give you no break
Not even Safe Cyclists naw give you no break

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

Why did you have to ride where it's not so keen?
Don't you know you're a human being,
Born of a mother with the love of a father,
Reflections come and reflections go
I know sometimes - you want to just ride, hey, hey, hey
I know sometimes - you want to just go, wohh!

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

You're too bad.

You're too rude

You're too bad

You're too rude, yeah

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

You ride it on that sidewalk
You ride it on this sidewalk
You ride it past mothers
You ride it past fathers
You ride it past your brother
You ride it past your sister
You ride it past everyone and you ride it past me

Bad cyclist bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad cyclist, bad cyclist
Where ya gonna ride, watcha gonna do
when they come for you

October 16, 2007 in Creative Writing, Life on the Street: Local, and state Laws, and other topics | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack