The zing of the treads reaches my ears
The rumble of the wheel reaches my hands
The wind whispers in my ears,
plays with my hair,
stings my eyes.
The wind caresses my skin,
buffets my clothes,
stirs my blood.
The speed is exhilerating.
The contol...is intoxicating.
2 comments:
I have similar feelings about acceleration when I'm in my car.
Aaaaaaah!
My first comment! I am so excited to respond!
The ride that resulted in this poem was a strange one. I was on my regular route home on a warm day with a cool breeze, and I just did not want the ride to end. It was like I floated all the way home on a cloud.
I have to say that was the first time I had ever felt that way on a bicycle or otherwise, which is strange because I bike ride all the time.
Thank you for your comment!
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