kay, kay, kay
I stand at my window, watching the heat rise off THE road. THE road is HOT, black asphalt so hot one could fry on egg on it...........but it calls me out..... And my bike is THE vehicle, to answer that call. THE road, I know, winds and turns
but will eventually, connected to yours.......... so I pedal to make that connection.........
Legs pumping, Wheels spinning, Sweat evaporating in the wind and Memories of when the man remembers riding as a boy -- (flying).
hear that.............
NO, not a baseball card clothed-pinned and 'clicking' against the spokes.........
hear that?............. 'hummmmmm' ......... THE sound of the machine when the man, THE bicycle, and THE road are finally in-tuned, perfectly. feel IT?
I bike for me, thee, and the call of THE road.
With pedals spinning and kilometers vanishing behind; THE road comes closer to you.