Tuesday, October 20, 2009

stuck inside all day
studying and learning
thinking about my bike
it's hard to breath
trapped between four concrete walls
sun and clear skies lost
books, paper, academics
before me I stare blankly
distracted by thoughts
my mind goes to trails
familiar and favourite
ridden many times

etched into my brain
to be ridden anytime
so effortlessly
my riding legs gone
but still crave to be on trail
this is but temporary
Fall will soon be gone
memories of single track
out of reach for me


Big Bikes said...

Don't despair OBR. The trails will still be there when you're ready to rip 'em up.


Anonymous said...

I'm a student also and that is exactly how I feel. I can't wait to ride again!

Anonymous said...

That's so freakin gay it's not funny. I don't read your blog for poetry, or to watch as you get in touch with your feminine side. I come here for the sarcastic shit. Will the real big ring please take off the skirt???

Peter Keiller said...

planning the misfit psycles anti-race and death ride for november 14.

to creemore brewery.
to collingwood.
passing out at casa grams.
if you arent there.
you are dead to me.

the original big ring said...

Anon - moi?!?!? Sarcastic?!?!? Sorry that my feelings frighten your inner woman . . . let go and feel, let go and feel. It's okay . . .cry away my friend.

Peter - I'm writing it down on my sch-edule

Thom - love the kingdom shots

Papa G said...

Hey! Fall as well as spring and summer come around every year. You'll make up for it next year. Now, you got to do what you got to do. Don't sweat it.

rick is! said...

I weep for I feel your pain.

ok, maybe not since i'm going to get close to 3hrs total today but I too wish to write whiny, bitchy poetry on occasion.