originally posted October 2012

Blue Marinoni ~ by Eric van Wesenbeeck

A simple machine, on two wheels I ride.
Toothed and chained, one hundred years unchanged.
An engine alive, infinitely complex;
Fine tuned and perfected over millions of years.
Efficient and elegant like no human design.
Gentle breeze, howling in my ears; while tires hum a tireless tune.
Blood pumping to my laboured heart’s demand;
Fueled by a meal, hearty and grand.
Gratitude for the solitude;
From city street to country lane, alone.
Racing to catch up with my hurried thoughts.
Through fiery tunnels I race;
Soon to be extinguished by winter’s white blanket.
As the autumn sun casts its long shadow;
My wheels seems to find their way home. Again.
A comforting rest to relax and refuel.
Tomorrow another ride brings.