As I rode, the vocal musician in me couldn't help bubbling up, and I found a parody of "Over the River and Through the Woods" beginning to unfold in my head:
Over the trail and through the cold
Unto the park I ride.
The wheels and the like will carry the trike
As onward I will glide …
Over the trail and through the cold,
Oh, how the wind does blow.
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the trail I go
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