The One... The Only... The Vieve

Flying

I love riding my bike. It's like flying.

I woke up early this morning and rode out to Lexington and back, almost the same route I took yesterday with my parents. The bike path this morning was quieter, less swerving around baby carriages and rollerbladers and yapping puppies and other cyclists. (And I attracted less attention alone than while riding with my parents and their crazy half-recumbent tandem. One guy even applauded as he rode by, and a few stopped to ask about the bike, which my father is always happy to go on [and on and on and on...] about.)

I raced along, Bikini Kill and The Postal Service and Neko Case in my ears. I saw skittish cats, who dove into the brush as I approached, huge clumps of ragweed, the moon in the blue sky, the weak-orange sun over the marsh in Arlington. My legs burned, the wind bit through my shirt, and stories meandered through my head. And I thought of this

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
and kiss you on the mouth.
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony.

And I was flying.

Posted by thevieve at September 10, 2006 9:29 AM