Greased wheels, I knew you once. I loved to balance like a child.
Roaming the paved streets; riding is like flying.
I knew you when the store held you back. I chose you from behind handlebars with purple streamers.
Your tires silently carried me to classes, each brake stop signaled that we were close to our arrival.
I sat on your worn black seat like I was on a throne of sorts. Even though that seat is tattered with one rip on the side, all I saw in you was my own **** pride.
Spokes, I knew you once. I played your tune each journey that we went on. No hill was ever tall enough, no road was ever too bumpy.
Gears, I knew you once. Click, Lock, Click sometimes you were tight and never let me ride sometimes you were loose and my feet went flying ‘round too fast for me to catch what you were doing.