I never learned how to ride a bicycle until I was in my mid twenties. Fraternal eight year old twins I was babysitting in graduate school, Micheal and Hanna, taught me how to ride in the spring of 1999. It was not until 2001, after my husband and I bought my first bike for 13 dollars from an old man in Shelby, NC, I fell hard for a bike... More

Wheel Media

Wheel Spokes thin
        spokes feign
              being superman-hair-strand bridge suspenders;
              carrying me.
              Metallic lustrous sun rays radiating out,
        reaching,
             Stretching.

              Stretching toward contact: tyre, metal, spokes.
              Contact of the pliable, solid & suspended.
              Bike frame brings them in concert. in
        conference. in conversation

              "qirrqqq-qirqqqqqirrqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq"

Wheels spoke.
        Speech components: Spin.
              Translational motion
              Forward, assertive, purposeful push.
              Translational speech: interpretive,
        communicative.
              Push. Pedal. Pedal. Chatter. Pedal. Chatter...Brake.
            "...And we're here, bikers!!"

Poem and Picture Submitted By: BgFelasfit who adds "I learned how to ride a bike late and I love it. The feeling of riding through the wind on a sunny, breezy day is like bliss on wheels!

I currently go to a university where the hills are alive and biking is much, much more than just getting someplace. Around here, biking is a serious exercise.

For me, my bike is a nifty mode of staying punctual. When class time is fast approaching, the feeling of cruising down the hills definitely beats all worries of being late and the awkward few seconds of all the beady eyes on you."

Comments
Yemi's Gravatar Well, let me be the first to comment! I am sooooo happy bgFelafit decided to submit something to this website. It is fantastic. Thank you!
# Posted By Yemi | 3/15/07 1:14 AM
Dave's Gravatar Very nice poem and picture.
# Posted By Dave | 3/15/07 3:11 AM
Fisseha's Gravatar OK, I'm not into bikes as much as you are, but the poem was unbeleivable. Damn!
# Posted By Fisseha | 3/15/07 3:16 AM
Tision's Gravatar BgFelasfit, Wonderful poem! You are so good you must write more poems on every site I see your name I want poetry. Please?

Yemi, thank you so much for starting this blog. I started riding at the age of 9 and only really enjoyed biking for a few years of my life and owned two bikes. One bike I shared with my lil bro, yes it was a girls bike but he made me share it with him. Now you got me motivated to get back into riding again.
# Posted By Tision | 3/15/07 3:32 AM
lulu's Gravatar bgfelasfit - Touching poem. It makes you want to get out and ride a bike. I have been riding bikes ever since I was a little girl and the feeling it gives me is one of freedom. I love it!
# Posted By lulu | 3/15/07 9:06 AM
bgFelasfit's Gravatar wow...Thanks you all for your encouraging comments!! :)
In case you might have missed it - it's a wax and gold (sum ina Work) piece... it's a metaphor in itself.
# Posted By bgFelasfit | 3/16/07 7:41 AM
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