Mountain Biking

The joy of rolling

There’s a limit to the number of times, You can turn your mountain bike pedals, During your lifetime.

So, make each one count.

Woosh, Damp and soft. Fresh, Smooth and fast.

Rolling, Clean and free. Feeling, Strong and loose.

Leaves, Yellow or red. Trees, Aspens, oaks, and pines.

Climb, Up and onward. Time, Grinding and frozen.

Rocks, Somehow over the top. Ledges That make you pucker.

Spin, Faster, not harder. Win, Whatever that is.

Down, Flowing and momentum. Sound, Silent, but alive.

Effort, Easy or intense. Curves, Sweeping and weaving,

Turns, Expect the unexpected. Feel the trail With your mind.

Adrenaline, fatigue, happy, and sad. Confident, regret, proud, and glad. Satisfied, worried, joy, and mad.

The destination — often unknown. But no matter, Cause the best rides never end.

This poem also appears on my website, adventurestold.com

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