That's Bikes

It doesn't have to be long or far, it might not be smooth or fast
It could be rough, grass up the middle, but always fun
It will surely make us smile
When we reach point B, we're stoked, grinning like a cheshire cat
A section of road, a mile of gravel, a piece of single track
Bends or turns, lumps or bumps, switchbacks or chicanes
It’s what we perceive as our place to act out our devotion

We return not often, but occasionally
When we do, we remember the feeling, and the reason why.
Maybe it’s preceded with a climb, knowing the reward lies beyond
A click through the gears, readjusting the body angle
Our body language adjust, eyes on the path ahead
The way out front dictates the journey, the lines, the speed
A small climb at a pace that suits, a left turn, then right, head down and we’re in

Fast rolling, gears maxed out, fingers cover the brakes
How fast? Who knows?
Only technology will tell us for sure
Without it, we rely on the tears in our the eyes,  the pumping heart 
The whistle of wind in the ears, and the smile, that tells us what we need to know.

​Into the corner, outside pedal down, weight on that foot and lean in
Left again then right, the chemicals releasing, and the brain clouds gone
Rise into the natural braking climb, no need to pull
Just breath, smile, relax, let the legs rest, and the breathing calm
We get ready to repeat, but before that we have to earn that fun
We climb again
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On or Off Road, That's cycling,
Those moments we feel, those memories to remember.