Air current caught me,
2 tires full,
spokes & handlebars
& keen vibrations,
My bicycling upwards
With hand-brakes polished…
Back-pedaling,
Front-pedaling,
Warp & woof,
My escape route woven.
The green light’s go.
At first,
Rain was predicted,
Then showers,
Tornadoes & heaven knows what.
My head was a ramshackle
Of weather reports,
My thoughts criss-crossed
By isothermic lines…
Balanced on the handlebars,
Flipped to one-wheel,
I broke all the rules.
The first 1,000 miles
were truly ridiculous.
And to say the least,
I was far-fetched.
