(warning attempt at poetry!)
What is cycling joy?
The first warm day to go cycling without bundles
Donning black shorts, red and white high tops and black turtleneck,
Taking to the streets with a minimum of accoutrement,
Seeking only speed, as he barrels down streets and alleyways with the wind in his face while dodging pot holes, children and automobiles.
Seeking a high to only come from pure cycling joy.
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