The tick of cogs, passing links of chain to lower gears…amidst the sound of a spinning
hub and whirling carbon wheels
The rhythm of the road;
my flesh, all of my blood and bone…together in harmony- this mortal man and
refined machine
Atop high-tech composites, molded and shaped into swooping, aero-lines,
I sometimes wander and too, I do often wonder. The Ride, like Life is fleeting,
always…
“Country Roads explored on a Sunny Spring Day…”
The Road to Revelation 