My Bike

My bicycle is my lifecycle,
The connection is something chemical
The feel of rubber on the road
Is some kind if secret code
It whispers, “keep the pace steady,
Up on your toes, hill ahead, ready?”
Feel the rhythm, one-to-one,
Pedals push a perfect run
Teeth engaged, chain pulled taut
Hill’s coming, don’t fall short.
Tilt the bars and feel the wind
Gears and grit and spirit twinned.
Get ahead and get there quicker,
Leaner, meaner, faster, slicker.