Carbon frame and wheels Are not a license To be an asshole
Crackling like fire
The leaves steel themselves for the big fall.
Some friends of mine around DC committed to healthy living. Is it goofy? Absolutely. Might they live longer than you? Same answer.
Pass me on the bike?
Check yourself because once caught
I have no mercy.
Ran just long enough
To warrant a big breakfast
Not a step further
Plenty of air in the tires
but felt flat nonetheless.
There must be two selves.
One, faster with aero bars,
The other still slow
Crashing waves make a great playlist.
5 on the coast + 2 bucks treasure =
Great start.
Black ice is nerve-wracking;
Nervous drivers more so.
A lovely day spoiled by blisters.
Fat. Muscle. Strength. Will.
At 105 degrees everything wilts.
“Another hardcore American” he says, as we pass in the driving rain.
The river’s water level is normal but mine is
low.
New shoes and gear increase speed but decrease wealth.
Speed limit is posted but
Mine’s already reached.
Impossible to dodge
Every sunbathing cricket.
65 degrees in December,
A belated Christmas gift.
