softening the distant rumble of streaking red and white lights behind muted headphones. he escapes to a place all to himself.
free to cross over empty streets, and pedal backwards, endlessly, to regretted decisions. free to release blistered handlebars, and relive the memories written on eye lids, without consequences.
as he leans into smooth asphalt curves and disappears into familiar darkness. leaving it all behind balding tires.