The Riders Prayer
Our Father which rides in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy mountains come,
Thy will be rode, in The Big Ring as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily mileage,
And forgive us our drafting, as we forgive those who draft against us.
And lead us not into a field sprint,
but deliver a solo win.
For primes, the flowers and jerseys are yours,
For ever and ever.