Love Poem To My Bike

I was reminded today how much I love my road bike. Feel free to add your words of praise to your favorite friend here too.

Oh How I Love Thee, My Precious Bianci

You are so beautiful
graceful, slim and sleek
you make me feel so good
riding fast on your wonderfully smooth seat
I feel like I'm flying
in the clouds
Just you and me
no other thing compares
nothing matters
just you and me
I love those days when you and I can spend hours together
forgetting our worries
One day we will move to an island with no snow, sleet or ice
and live out our days together
and make beautiful little baby road bikes

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Permalink Reply by Meghan on December 28, 2008 at 7:49am
This is awesome.
Permalink Reply by cutifly on December 28, 2008 at 10:01am
roses are red.
violets are blue.
if it rides on 2 wheels,
then it's a bike silly !
it's not a shoe !
Permalink Reply by Julie Aberman (Hochstadter) on February 6, 2009 at 11:35am
My road bike felt amazing this morning....
Permalink Reply by Rusty Piton on February 6, 2009 at 11:48am
silent, you slip through the smoke-choked fray
dip, dodge dire death
through the fog, the toxic spray,
a ghost in black
no light in back
across the city, giants lurch,
hungry
this poison sprint is my daily escape
Permalink Reply by Aaron Bussey on February 7, 2009 at 5:17am
My GT, my GT...

I got you for a lowly fee
Fifty bucks and a gear shifter that sucks
You truly are the bike for me

I have ridden her in Detroit, Birmingham and now Chicago
My only sin is that after all this time
I haven't given her a name with bravado

Maybe Betty
Maybe Steve
I've always been partial to Billy...
Maybe I should ask Willy?

Whatever I name her it will be sufficient
For come summer we will be ready to rock
From Wicker Park to the Loop and down to Lake Calumet
100 miles in one day with many drips of sweat
Maybe I should name her Self-Respect

Oh my GT...
Permalink Reply by Rusty Piton on February 8, 2009 at 7:57am
Shoot the squeeze
An inch to spare
A menacing click
Black line appears
The door snaps open
The maw of a malevolent beast
A sickening impact
Then flight
Time slows
Blue shift
The pavement draws closer
The many tiered teeth of a shark
Tuck the limbs
And roll
A bite taken out of the left shoulder
A crack of helmet against the asphalt
And suddenly
Time catches up with the body
The people stand around
Stunned expressions
Mouths agape
The buses screech
And trucks belch their filth
Into the poison sky
Collect yourself
Assess the damage
And slip back into the timesuck.
Permalink Reply by Jon on February 9, 2009 at 3:28am
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin.
Stop and take a drink, ah, cool.
Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin.
Permalink Reply by David the Great on February 9, 2009 at 9:53am
There once was a bike from Nantucket...
Permalink Reply by Aaron Bussey on February 9, 2009 at 9:56am
David said:
There once was a bike from Nantucket...

Who crossed Milwaukee in a Gitane...
Permalink Reply by GabeW (not the other Gabe) on February 9, 2009 at 9:57am
Click, push, click, pedal.
Foot and drive train spin as one.
Psshh goes the tire, damn.
Permalink Reply by Anne on February 9, 2009 at 11:35am
"milwaukee is tame, even for a Gitane, but if you cross my Gitane you can suck it!"

Aaron Bussey said:
David said:
There once was a bike from Nantucket...

Who crossed Milwaukee in a Gitane...
Permalink Reply by Aaron Bussey on February 9, 2009 at 11:40am
And when I get there

Will you ask for a fare

Then grab my Batavus and bust it?

Anne said:
"milwaukee is tame, even for a Gitane, but if you cross my Gitane you can suck it!"

Aaron Bussey said:
David said:
There once was a bike from Nantucket...

Who crossed Milwaukee in a Gitane...

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