this afternoon was perfect
for two-wheeled adventures,
leaning into modest curves,
feeling brisk exhilaration.
briefly open throttles wide
to pass sedate pedestrians.
ease seamlessly into lanes,
give nods to bikes we meet.
brake for food, hungry now.
partake of Sonic’s cuisine:
cheeseburgers, tots, shakes.
turn toward home as evening
breezes creep under helmets,
and leafy shadows crisscross
roadways, cautioning riders.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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That was a joy to read. It’s wonderful you’re still out there riding. Keep the bugs out of your teeth 😀
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No worries there–I wear a full face helmet. Although, I did once encounter a suicidal bee who somehow managed to fly under my face shield and ended up plastered to my forehead.
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