It all started with:
ROAD: songs in my head
MTB: no songs in my head, not a note, not even the hanging silence of a concert piece after it ends
Then I realized:
ROAD: hips and legs
MTB: hips and shoulders and legs and back and a light touch
And as I thought about it more:
ROAD: civilized social conversation
MTB: I AM SO GOOD!! What happened to YOU, man?! You suck!
ROAD: Windex, Windex, Windex
MTB: dirt clumps, grass, a couple sticks, leaves under the brake pads, weeds wrapped around the cassette preventing that one gear I need...for the second ride in a row.
ROAD: if ya can’t be good, gotta look good
ROAD: well-stitched, put-together lycra
MTB: holes? where? oh.
ROAD: socks match the jersey
MTB: black one: hole...red one: ripped -- it’s a pair!
ROAD: read the line and know
MTB: wha --
And after a colossal ride:
ROAD: beer with a turkey deli sandwich and apple pie alamode
MTB: beer and a burger with a cigar chaser
In the end:
ROAD: I live for it
MTB: can’t live without it
- not so Old Bag