A pedal kicker walks forwards
A pedal kicker doesn't think a lot.
A pedal kicker tears at his courage cage.
A pedal kicker doesn't care about you.
A pedal kicker makes mistakes.
A pedal kicker doesn't give a ****.
A pedal kicker doesn't always get things done.
A pedal kicker has a fleeting mind.
A pedal kicker aims too high.
A pedal kicker supplies orphanages.
A pedal kicker eats small people.
A pedal kicker eats themselves.
A pedal kicker eats food.
A pedal kicker doesn't have to pretend.
A pedal kicker gets things done too fast.

I knew It was coming the moment I opened the door.

The sky warned me. A distant, dull voice whispered, "You can't beat It." The sweetest sadness slowly ****** each syllable. I accepted the challenge and began to pedal. For a while, I pedaled without disturbance, except for a distant, dull sky sadly trailing behind. Watching. Waiting. Knowing.

Then It came. It took its time. It was not the one who needed to hurry. I pedaled on and felt It kiss the tip of my forehead, then lick the side of my nose, leaving me cold. I began to count the touches; one, two -pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal - three - pedal, pedal, pedal - four - pedal - five - pedal, pedal - six -pedal - seven - pedal - eight, nine, ten...

And I’m drenched.