I was looking for inspiration in poems about bicycles and I yelled to the Beast, “write me a bicycle poem”. About 5 minutes later, my cell phone beeped letting me know there was a text message. This is what the Beast wrote and sent me via text:
It’s the Ride
It's the burning in my legs,
it's the fire in my heart,
it's about to start,
it's what sets me apart.
it's the pedals going up and down,
it's the wheels going 'round and 'round,
it's the hills, dragging up and flying down,
it's the rain pushing me back,
it's the headwind's smack,
it's the pushing, the driving, in the pouring rain,
it's the pressure to push, to finish, to reach the end,
it's the greatness, the glory, the swollen pride,
it's the way ahead, just a mile ahead, when your legs are dead
it's the rhythm, the pounding, the fire inside
it's the ride.
(This Poem, It's the Ride, cannot be used without the express written permission of the author.)
Frankenbutt and I were blown away by that poem. We hope it hits home with you, too. Enough said.