I was well once
I was soft once
No bouts of crazy once
No Bipolar once

I know you shake and squeak,
I bought you cheap,
Parts of you dropped below,
Down to the road,
So, I slowed,
To rescue your parted pieces.
Then back inside,
With limited tool supply,
I’d scratch my head,
And knot my brow,
As your rusted threads,
Spun round and round,
But I’d make you whole again,
My shaking, squeaking friend,
With you there is no end,
For every time your handles creak,
Any rush of air that peeps
A look through treads run bare,
I’ll carry you home,
With care,
And make you whole again.

The call of the open roads, a city still asleep…

The slow burn as the dawn takes a bow, and sets the stage for another show...

Of curves and straights, and odd complexities of  going under or over…

Of freedom.

Of pain and sweat and sweet victories. Chirping birds and jarring horns...

The familiar silhouette of wagging tails, and jagged paths...

Of people... Strangers or just familiar faces.

Of friends. Same places and faces.

Conversations punctuated with heavy breath.

Of silence amidst noise. Of solitude in crowds. Thoughts meandering in rhythm with the motion, sometimes not…

The brake and breaks. Seeking pleasure  in the usual, which seems same and yet unusual…

Day dreaming, lost and yet aware. Fast and slow. Laughing and cringing…

Gleaming legs and the last leg. It's time to get back to the 'other' life, the other side…

Until, it's back to spinning again.

No age limit.
Freedom.
Strength.
GREEN!

Don't care if it's a hipster fad.
I Loved you far before the world.
Simplicity of my legs.
Yet so much power behind these things.

You make me throw my OCD needing to rhyme and flow completely out the window.
Well... Sort of.
And yeah, it bugs me that I'm now writing in complete sentences, but I don't even care anymore.

I care about my bike.
And the beauty that it brings to the world.

Four months
Too long
Too cold
Too dark
Too busy
Held ransom
By reasons
No excuses
Idiopathic idiocy
Pathological apathy
Four months
Of pain
Eradicated by
four seconds
Of cycling
Cognitive breakthrough
A synaptic symphony
Endorphin re-indoctrination
Free flight
From myself
Four months
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