Cycling Haiku
Winter Kilograms
Where is my spare tire?
lift up my jersey, look down
damn now I see it
Sonora Winter
Fat tires are rumbling
over desert rocks once more
cool enough to ride
Autumn
New blue bicycle
slicing through a windy prairie
wheat, corn, potatoes
Mishap
Pedals, free my feet
World turning, now on my back
Pedals freed my feet
Big Beef
An eighth of a ton
only when going downhill
is fat oh so fast
Asphalt Cathedral
On the starting line
my idea of "Sunday Mass"
will begin shortly
Snobby
Carbon, Ti, Steel fads
worth's not about money spent
dude, shut up and ride
Lessons Learned
First time in lycra
what, the padding goes inside?
so that's why they laugh
Embrocation
Ben Gay, good for legs
not as good for chamois cream
O God make it stop!
Post-Century
Sugar, I am yours
cheese all over my jersey
nap on a full gut
The Barbarians
Three brothers set forth
the youngest had massive quads
he won many wives
Piety
Damn! Another hill
Lord, please forgive my cursing
and level this land
Alabama
Horns honking wildly
white knuckles gripping my brakes
dreaming of bike lanes
Headwind
Relentless is the wind
always turning to face me
like a hand pushing back
Puncture
The side of the road
awaits its deflated guest
where is my spare tube?
Temptation
Back roads through orchards
Delicious Pomegranates
Nobody's looking
Lightness
The great tao you seek
is not the true tao; you need
carbon handlebars
Climbing
There was a time, son
When hills like these were my friends.
Ford was president.
Disappointment
With a quiet moan
I reach what I was sure was
the mountain summit
Dogs
Festive dogs bemoan
not minding the bicycles,
"Damn those spinning spokes!"
Fixed Gear
Hipster on Fixie
Scraping your flesh off the road
too cool for brakes, huh?
Ending
Techs judge older bikes
Unworthy for modern wrench
Dumpster finale
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