Bicycle

I rode for the first time in a long one on Brooklyn streets. I own a car now, so the joy of riding on these potholed streets is noted on every block. It is weird how the two can work together. You really can avoid every sinkhole if you know which streets to avoid.

This boy is tired after trying out his new re-vamped Rocky Mountain. He is a bit to the wind. Yet, the gears work way better than he thought they would. The brakes screech a bit. Perhaps he is ready for the street again. The bike felt really good.

Haiku:

Wind blowing against,

the shore kept on calling him.

Coney Island bound.