i yearn for the summer time
i want to feel the coolness of a breeze on my sweat drenched clothes,
every short-cut is unobstructed by the banks when it snows,
the delicious air that's so refreshing and mild,
i can hit the trails in the woods and feel a little wild,
the precision of warm rubber on dry pavement,
i can move about town with out looks of amazement,
i do not have to worry about staying warm,
my shoes have clips and i worry about my form,
my water bottles don't freeze by them selves,
the road bike waits patiently in the garage by the shelves,
a ride in the summer is freedom, don't take it for granted
six months of the year i trudge through snow muttering god damn it!
i do not need to de-ice the tumblers in my lock when it storms,
i dislike society but in summer its easier to follow the norms
just being that guy who rides a bike and not one who is crazy,
surrounded by those who are too f**kin lazy,
despite all the odds i am not snowbound ,
i pedal my happy ass all around,
watch my coworkers scurry to their cars,
with out a gas pedal they wont go far,
perhaps man is to domesticated,
im not just an a**hole its a little more complicated
don't forget that you are still a primate,
what good are you if you cant survive in your natural climate?
hold on to that little bit of natural instinct,
who am i kidding lets just hope some people still think.
it feels good to know i am not the only winter biker
sometimes i follow someones tracks that are not my own
but still i remain alone in this hick town somewhere in Wisconsin
i take the winter as a challenge of mental and physical resilience. even if its 10 below i still wanna get on the saddle. some call it insanity, i say its fun.
standing still is but one step closer to being dead