Thanks! I really like writing... one of my first loves- I always come up with things while riding, but b/c I have a goldfish's memory... well... they're short-lived. Here's another one... just b/c. Ri/Ri I love yours. A compound fx'd clavicle? Yow! D*mn!

Close your eyes and feel
the road beneath you for now
the texture of it

black asphalt whispers soft
and packed dirt trails crackle
with dry leaves and twigs

To ride is to be
open to the sensation
of the world around.

Taste the morning air
the cool touch of eve'ning air
the scent of farm fields

We don't commute, we
make a journey, twice a day
A little venture.

In our own zen way
we do it just to do it
for the joy of it.