Dec.29.2019
Up and down and up again,
my stable position changes at the drop of a pen.
I have not an idea of where I am going,
and I am quickly forgetting where I've been.
My bike keeps ruggedly flowing
over stumps and bumps
and branches and roots.
Up hills far to steep to ride,
down some that could make me scream,
sacrificing my little pride.
reaching escape velocity,
I shoot out of my comfort zone,
like a shuttle breaks into orbit,
I am the opposite of smooth...
Bumping over rocks and branches,
fast enough to immobilize me.
But I ride, petrified but not rigid,
over these rugged trails.
My knuckles wrap around my handlebars,
turning a ghoulish pearly white,
but it was a hidden by my ebony gloves.
I might as well be twisted,
but I wholly believe
that the fun part
was my stone cold fear.
To be perfectly honest, Cape Cod is not exactly that rugged, but behind a lot of those beautiful beaches are woods, and in the woods near where I live are some steep trails that are very twisty and turny, and I found out they are fun and scary to bike down. I decided since I was stupid, to try some new trails that I have never walked... I almost flew off my bike from hitting fallen logs a couple of times. But it is fun, if anyone is somewhat fit, they should try biking on trails.