I'M BACK! That's pretty much the way it feels,
Out on the road, between two whirring wheels.
I love this tadpole trike that I'm aboard;
It feels like something missing is restored.
Out front my feet are stroking to and fro.
I'm leaning back and seated very low,
A grip and lever nestled in each glove;
A brightly colored spinner twirls above.
No training goals to satisfy today
No destination beckons far away.
I'll probably just buzz off to the beach,
Or some last minute place within my reach.
I have a few short hours now to ride,
And there's a small café I haven't tried.
Some weeks it seems there's barely time enough
For family and work and life; it's tough
To fit a ride into a busy day,
To make the time for something more like play,
Than all the other things I have to do...
But hey, I guess I have to stay sane, too.
And so for now I'm turning off the world,
I'm taking off, with safety flag unfurled.
I'm taking time to log a few more miles.
I'll cruise the coast and look out at the isles,
Zip down a hill with something like a swoop,
Or push myself to ride my practice loop.
On days ahead when other duties press,
I know my riding urges I'll suppress.
But here and now, at last I have some time,
And I'll remember how it feels sublime
To ride my trike off down a strange new track,
To feel this satisfaction Yes, I'M BACK!
But all too soon it seems, my ride must end;
There are some things to which I must attend.
And so, I head for home and tuck it in,
Still thrilled with what a pleasure it has been
To be out on the road again today.
It's sad at last to put my trike away.
I square my shoulders, then thrust out my chest,
Inhale real deep, and do my very best
To emulate my Governor or try,
Firm jawed and stoic, head held proud and high.
A pair of dark sunglasses hide my eyes,
As Arnold's famous line I now reprise:
I tell my patient trike there in its rack,
[With thick Teutonic accent] "I'LL BE BACK!"
Last updated Mar 6 2005