Here's a first for the Solo Clubrom – a poem from one of our customers. Mike Owen from Wales has sent in the following for your reading pleasure. Hi, no inspiring stories of my riding (which isn't to stint my praise of the Solo gilet that kept me toasty on a midsummer ride in the Welsh hills last year) so here's a poem about Eddy Merckx AS IN AN ORRERY 'It was THE HOUR during which I suffered most in my life. The centrifugal force each time I hit the bend, the pounding I suffered. The muscles hurt, it really becomes masochism. You hurt yourself…' Eddy Merckx As, in an orrery, a blue glass bead circles by clockwork means to represent the world entire, so you are strapped in and spinning now; chained to the watch and it's unremitting sweep that you mirror with the rush of silk on boards. Was this your perfect race then? Your only rival your desire to consume the hour? Newtonian physics, Copernican ideals. Your body orbiting your inner self that, as is your will, your chase down or leave behind. Thanks Mike. A Solo T-shirt is on it's way to you.