My Schwinn and I are now best friends.
We've logged the miles and fought the winds,
climbed nasty hills in pouring rain,
survived the crashes and the pain
to ride another day.
My helmet's scratched, my gloves are worn.
The jersey that I prize is torn.
But through it all we've done our best
to tackle every cycling test
and cross the finish line.
My stationary bike, you see,
located near the big TV,
holds coffee mugs and viewing guides
while I set back, enjoy the ride
and never move an inch.
I've never ridden on the street.
Why risk the dangers one can meet,
when in my bedroom, safe and sound,
my friend and I can race around
imaginary roads.
My bike and I have miles to go
but we will take it nice and slow
as I lean back, peruse my book,
imagine all the times we took
the medal for first place.
I highly recommend to you
imaginary cycling through
the lanes and trails of France or Spain.
Avoid the heat and driving rain.
"Oh, Dear, a refill please."
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It is the safer way to cycle. A member of my family is a long distance rider. He had an accident and flipped over the handle bars at a high speed for a bike of course. Broke is neck in five places. His back in four. A few ribs and a hand. After a year or so he rode again. Against doctors orders. In contact pain now. However he still cycles. I think it will be the death of him.
Riding a bike on the street these days can be very dangerous, as your sad story illustrates. I’ve had my share of close calls. I have “graduated” to the stationary bike and like it a lot.
That's great! Thank you
Thanks Desertwords. I absolutely loved this.
Very glad you liked it. Thanks.
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