and he said: -------------------------------------------
you're riding with the big boys now.
there is something about them: big boys.
(it's a lived in kinda life.
a godamned lived in kinda life.)
going helmetless on the highway
is every chance you'll ever take.
going a hundred or more, flat tire
will take you out. or maybe
the dude, texting his next fuck,
might never even think to see ya
as he changes lanes.
there is this fluidity that takes place.
this zen moment that keeps on breathing.
(and it takes my breath away.)
i call him: me
'cause it's easier.
his proper name
than a mouthful.
in new zealand you MUST wear a helmet if youre on a bike. i used to have a bike and i always wore my helmet [and my helmet TOTALLY saved my life on one occasion] except this one time at 5am when i was so tired and so frazzled that i got dressed and ran out the door and got on my bike and got half way to town before i realised how beautiful it was to have the wind blowing through my hair and how it shouldnt be something i could feel...
and then i felt rebellious... and then i felt alive... and then i felt free...
i love the parts of this
i used to love messing round with different parts making a whole though im not sure words like me enough to mess around with anything any more.