Driving and Biking in the Big City

Ode to an afternoon bike ride

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Dry bike rideA bike-riding fool in Houston has to pick her times to ride wisely during these 100-degree days. Too early in the morning, and it’s still terribly humid and potentially mosquito and gnat-filled. Too late and it’s easy to talk myself into a cool drink instead. So today, I headed out after church in the brightest and driest of suns. I survived and actually enjoyed the challenge of a workout made twice as exhilarating by the heat.

Ode to an afternoon bike ride

The sun on my shoulders; the wind in my face.

A dried out pinecone explodes beneath my tires

Like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.

Today’s colors are dust and tan; smoke and sand.

The few birds are fiery red like sparks in the bush.

Orange butterflies flash across the sky like flames from a campfire.

My first sign of sweat starts as a mustache across my lip,

And I feel a solid trickle down my spine.

My towel is a squeegee to my sweaty palms.

The katydids sing their dry, arid song –-

Now softer, now louder, now gone.

I dodge the sunlight for patches of shade

As refreshing as an icy drink of water.

I slog through one especially long bright path

And carry the weight of a day at 100 degrees.

I feel more like a kid in the Texas heat

Than any other time or season.

The stickiness is forgotten,

My mind goes blank,

And time is endless.

8.2 miles, 43 minutes, four bunnies and one lost sweat towel


Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

July 28, 2013 at 1:30 pm

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