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By Paula Andrist
Going back to a time,
When life was simple.
When a bike, was not only a bike.
It was so much more.
A sturdy steed,
A speeding car.
A screaming jet,
A monster truck.
It was anything,
And everything.
It offered an escape,
Freedom.
My Passion,
My Love,
All started from here.
From childhood exuberance.
When each day, was a grand adventure.
And my bike,
Was my bike,
But so much more.
On to today,
Or tomorrow.
Years pass, time flies.
Still, the love remains.
Early sun lit morning.
Gentle Breeze
Ruffles my hair,
Tickles my knees.
I prepare for a ride.
Nervous energy needing release,
Stretching and breathing,
I relax.
Finding a serene calm,
Before the exertion,
Before the effort,
Before the journey.
Setting off,
The pedal grabs the cleat,
With a satisfying snick.
Perfect union.
Soon, I flow along,
Like raindrops across a window,
Fluid and silent.
The whirr of the chain is the only sound.
Pedaling in a rhythmic cadence,
My mind wanders.
I soon forget the present,
And all my surroundings.
Drifting,
Dreaming.
I get caught up,
In the past.
Going back to a time,
When life was simple.
When a bike, was not only a bike.
It was so much more.
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