For twenty-three days, we pedaled away,
While the boys over in France took their rest day.
They climbed through the mountains, all polished and lean;
We sweated in basements beside a machine.
We pedaled through heat and Canadian smoke,
Through storms, fallen trees and the occasional oak.
We dodged several deer and raccoons by the score,
While a snorting cornfield deer demanded some more.
There were vineyards, vacations and lemonade stands,
With potatoes still pedaling through faraway lands.
Lady Liberty rode through the neighborhood square,
While mosquitoes rode helmet-class, free of all fare.
Some raced through storms and were caught in the rain;
Some fought two-way headwinds and questioned their brains.
Decapotato rode over one thousand, because
Apparently nobody explained what the mileage goal was.
The five-hundred crowd also went wildly astray;
A hundred was plenty-but who are we to say?
Some doubled the goal and kept rolling with pride;
Some crossed at one hundred and stopped mid-stride.
Four finished precisely at one hundred flat,
Which is excellent planning-we’ll give them that.
To our 137 finishers: take a bow,
You earned that fine magnet-go find a fridge now.
And the 77 who never came through?
We have a special title reserved just for you.
To every potato who joined the fun,
Whether you rode a little or rode a ton.
Thank you for riding, for laughing along,
For every story, each picture and song.
To Duchess Potato, who works by my side,
Thanks for helping keep this crazy Tour alive.
This Tour wouldn’t happen, as many will tell,
Without all you do to help run it so well.
So rest up your taters and give your legs cheer;
Le Tour de Couch Potato returns next year.
Thank you for another unforgettable Tour.
Thank you for the miles, the laughs, the stories, the photos, and for making Le Tour de Couch Potato what it has become.
We’ll see you in 2027, Potato People! 🥔🚴
Happy Pedaling,
Madam Tuber
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