Repairing the classic two-wheeler of my younger years
the special cycle that gave me the unforgettable feel of the dirt and the road
transforming trails into places that metal frames on rubber wheels could conquer when feet struggled to stride
It was the combination of things that fascinated me so
tubes and stays
saddle and handlebars
pedals and chains
tires and shocks
lights and bells
This rudimentary rotating kit wasn’t too far removed from the earth
a mixture of alloys that let my mind take me places
my pumping legs do the work
A hovering extension of the ground
a creature that could roam without conquering where it came from
it just needed a friend to push it where it could not go on its own
so it could help push its rider where they could not go before
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