Ode to a Mighty Gael
Along came Landers
On race eve I asked Anthony Kenneally
If I could come to the Youghal course for a ‘ganders
Who did I not expect to meet?
But the bold Brian Landers
In his jeans, hobnail boots and
A mountain bike with fenders
Says ‘I’ll show you the route’
Me and Brian Landers.
The course it had everything
Turns, drops and tricky cambers
He was strong but his bike could kill
Time to take him aside and speak to Brian Landers
Get off that old yoke says I
‘It’s no good, it meanders’
My antique will be faster
I’ll teach you Brian Landers.
Will you ride tomorrow?
“I don’t know” he ponders
“I’ve never raced cyclocross”
Always a first Brian Landers.
“B-racers to the grid”
The MC commanders
I take a look around
No sign of Brian Landers
We were down a few
You wouldn’t call them philanders’
Holidays, mishaps and flu’
But up pops Brian Landers
The B-race is an amateur crew
But to our gear we still pander
“Who’s yer man in running shoes?”
Who else, but Brian Landers.
The first chicanes were fast
Of the lungs the legs demanders
I’ve a few ahead of me,
Behind me Brian Landers
He passed me on the boards
They were made for highlanders
“Sorry, I didn’t know it was you”
That’s a quote, from Brian Landers
The shouts for him grew loud
These were no ordinary bystanders
Hosts Youghal CC backed their man
And roared for Brian Landers.
I had told him the hillock needs higher gears
It marked the border for mainlanders
The tide would soon draw near
The sand beckoned for Brian Landers
He took it in his stride
Over it he sauntered
Passed the competition out
The last they saw of Brian Landers
Five laps from the back
He overtook like an old-hander
He hauled them in bar two
And in 3rd came Brian Landers
So when you tell your kids
You know that neo-pro in Flanders
You can tell them how it started out
When along came Brian Landers!
Photo credits to Dave O’Brien, Jonathan Flynn and Sean Rowe.