The Saga.

So it took eight days and nights without her, but now I'm back. After quite a bout with my bi-cycle the coach took her away from me and said "Find any other way but on your bike to have fun....if you need your fitness-fix hike or something." Well it's true that you don't know what you have until you lose it and that was the case for me. Just a simple commute to work was gone... So I waited and longed and pondered my deep love for that leather saddle atop that carbon rear triangle, those fresh knobby tires sealed against those stealth black rims, those hubs that purrrrrr when I coast, those tacky grips that ask me to hold them tighter, that limber fork that gives under my strong arms....it was all taken away from me.


But TODAY, today, I returned to my love and I held her passionately and firmly as we made up for lost time. Sweating, thrashing, grinding, pumping, swerving, pushing we reconnected and let it all fade behind us. She was a good fit this time. She responded to me this time. We were one this time. Needless to say I even practiced my victory arms on the ride down....she was breathless and happy. I was too. I conquered by listening and letting her show me how. If you think its sick and wrong you just haven't had THIS sort of ride on your bike. I'm sorry for you- you're missing out.