I haven’t ridden in a while. Real life has rudely intruded. Though sometimes it’s good to let it, so you can get the itch back again.
In the meantime, I have polished up some riding haiku.
I’M NOT SCARED HAIKU
(Written after riding the Matthew’s Winters + Hogback Trail and White Ranch, Golden CO)
Lightning strikes here lots.
A warning sign says so–right
next to a graveyard.
* * *
Here’s the place where Ed,
my friend, crashed, smashed his elbow.
I tiptoe my way
down.
* * *
The trail is rutted
and denuded. Rocks stick out.
My bike hops and skips
(a lot like my heart).
* * *
Just one jutting rock
on my left as I roll by–
grates my leg, like cheese.
* * *
Big blue sunset clouds
as I drive home, a good tired.
Endorphin high = bliss.