I Want to Ride it Where I Like

Hey Mr. Mountain Bike. From where did you come and to where do you go?

With your baggy blue jeans clamped on the right cuff with a shiny band you must be going somewhere important. When you get there do they appreciate how hard you peddled drawing buckets of sweat underneath your Dicks Sporting Goods backpack? I bet they don't know how difficult it was to find a clean red t-shirt that fits snuggly around your bulged out gut. But you did, and it smells so fine.

Those cycling gloves must give you some serious traction to those handlebars. I bet they even keep bugs off your hands so that when you get to the place you will soon arrive you can shake hands free of worry that no bugs will be harmed in the process.

Your Schwinn is tightly chained to the bike rack with a nice silver lock. No one will steal that machine because it is so secure. Why even try? There is respect among bike thieves for those who own such equipment. There is an invisible barrier that has an alarm which shouts, "BACK OFF SCUM!"

I see you unlock your treasure and swing your leg over the nice, fake, leather seat. I see you do it again since the first try banged your leg into seat because you can't get your leg up high enough. The third try knocks your silver cuff band off which lands about 10 feet away. After putting the band back on, I see the determination on your face that the fourth time will work. YES! The fourth time is your true friend!

As you sit on the seat your tires flatten out a bit due to the weight they suddenly find themselves under. Your right foot, the one with the silver cuff band, places itself on the raised peddle and you push off. The ride is a little shaky at first but you gain control and, I am sure, confidence.

Off you go Mr. Mountain Bike!! Go off to your destination and be one with the wind!!