passion

[disfunktion]

If I can't ride I'll close my eyes
and coast beneath some sun drenched skys
On twisty, rooted single tracks
on hairy steeps and outs and backs.

I'll make the drops I never do
and climb a harder hill or two
then bomb back down at breakneck speed
drifting corners on my steed.

I'll change a flat in record time
swap out parts much more sublime
I'll kick my partner's butt all over
and laugh with him when it's all over.

I'll take on whoops and dips and drops
like sponsored riders at their tops
Each one I'll fly with no remorse
and hustle my intended course.

My bike and I will feel like one
the ride this time goes on and on
My lungs have room to venture farther
my legs have muscles grown much larger.

Invincible me on my trusted machine
will find out nothing I can't clean
as all the dreaded rocks and heads
disappear beneath my knobby treads.

Ahhhh the power I feel in this my dream
hopping over rushing streams
hardly touching ground at all
never dabbing and never to fall.

I am to all a shimmering light
a wisp of wind on errant flight
a fleeting moment lost in time
a journey with no reason or rhyme.

This is my most epic ride
it's endless sweetness is my pride
What's left, in the end, depite my might
is me, my thoughts, and my trusted bike.

Rest in Peace "DR"