I Think My Bike Is Like A Woman, Lovely To Look At And Ride, But Hits Back When I Don't Pay Attention To Her.

I was riding my bike this afternoon in the sun after work. Enjoying the scenery of the canal and fields as I cycled by. I was enjoying it that much that I failed to notice the divot that my bike wheel was heading for. Within seconds I was admiring the path with my face and looking at my bike from an ants eye perspective. She needed taming again so I picked her up and slammed her tires into the dirt track once more. She likes that sort of thing.
Gumba1000 Gumba1000
26-30, M
1 Response May 21, 2012

Very poetic. Lyrical realism with a touch of violence.