Not only is she my trusty steed, carrying me nobly though the urban jungle, she is my traveling companion, with whom I share every detail of my being - every hill conquered, every personal best achieved, every ego-bruising crash.Writing September 1st 2009
As I sit on the floor of the crowded rush hour Metro car, I hold my pink bicycle before me and peer through her frame at those around me.
I am a tired warrior after a long, hot day, and she will shield me, defend me, and save me, should I need it.
There is nothing in the world quite like the bond between a rider and her bicycle.
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I'm just leaving a comment because no one else seems to.... cool pics.
Don't judge me 'cause I'm pink...lol!
"There is nothing in the world quite like the bond between a rider and her bicycle."
Actually, thee are three "bonds" - the saddle and the two pedals. But seriously, you are right. After riding miles after miles on your bike you begin to feel as one with it. I look at my bikes and I think of all the adventures I've had while riding them. All of the sudden, these inanimate objects come alive. I like these lyrics from Simon and Garfunkel:
"Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories"
That's the feeling - flying my bike.
Keep up the good writing!
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