An engine starts,
That happy burble,
Gasoline, oil, a mechanical life,
Throb beneath a willing man.
Gray pavement moves quickly,
Under my feet,
A glance down shows speed,
I look ahead,
Hills approach, with twists and turns,
Body and mind dissolving in the cold air.
Perhaps it’s not me, moving fast,
But rather, static and smiling,
As a conveyor belt of countryside,
Unfolds before me.
Yes, that’s it now.
Gears move up, leaning and swooping,
More scenery advances swiftly,
I am a movie.
Like Einstein’s mind,
It’s not a bluff,
But space and time,
Unite bike and man for The Ride.