Pedal to the Pavement

Slower than a half-throttled automobile, less powerful than a children’s motor scooter, unable to avoid even the smallest bumps… ”Look, out the rear view,” “It’s a jogger,” “It’s a moped,” “It’s Logan’s bicycle…” Yes, you are correct, I am a bicyclist.
Every morning I set out from my safe little hideaway of an apartment and venture forth to save the world by turning in my work on time. I am fond of this activity, but I am sometimes reminded of the downfalls of my chosen means of conveyance. When I hear rumors of rain, I am hesitant. At times I dread weaving past the motor vehicles at my one stop sign on the way to campus. And I would relish the day that the many cracks and potholes along the way were repaired.
But I do not expect such things and will continue to contentedly trek to my classes each morning with a smile on my face. I enjoy the idea that I can leave the road at any time to explore a new space. When I see a pretty young lady on the sidewalk, I am not forced by the vehicles behind me to keep moving along at the posted speed. My time can be taken or I can even stop to chat if I please. But that is just one example of the benefits of my two-wheeled, motor-less contraption.
There is more that I could rave about, but it is time to get to class.

Peace out.