Issues of a Middle-aged Bicyclist:
(a poem by Erica)

Once upon a far away land i heard about something someone once said that talked about an issue we can all relate to in certain times in our daily lives. i wished, or maybe i speculated, on this calling or rather an idea born in our fragile minds like moonbeams peeking through rotten spots of a hollow log. im not kidding, moonbeams are tricky like that, you have to know how to handle them. my lovelies, trying times are at hand, with many choices, or maybe not, that are being brandished in our urges to shout out, "why hasnt anyone, still haven't, picked up the washcloth in our judicial system?!" there's a reason for everything, ladies and gentle males, or metrosexuals...it sure looks like the end, but this world is still rolling on, if only to roll into an ambiguous mud hole. if mud is your preference, or style, then you deserve the chance to roll in it. throw some on someone else, cause you'll get some on yourself, ill betcha a dollar to your dime you will. foolhearted heartless fools, this is for you, "hey, you do what you have to do, mmmkay? i roll on skinny wheels, you roll on plain skinnien. i hear ya." sometimes when the world blows hard and you wish you had a windbreaker, just keep wishing, or speculating. maybe the wind will stop, or maybe, the "cruel" wind will whip you over a windbreaker that it pulled off of someone else. hey, whatever works, mmkay? about this judicial system; candy wrappers fly, when a gust is long enough. kelly osbourne knows this, she's made it. you'll make it too, or maybe you wont. i've got a helmet and turning signals to worry about. left is harder than right because your further from the sidewalk, unless your on a one-way street going on to another one way street. but when it comes down to it, aren't we all on a one way street turning into another one- way street? no, wait, i remembered someone that's on a two way, it doesn't apply. problems are inevitable, folks, just like those moonbeams. got to keep them on the reigns, thats what you have to do. but you can only cruise for so long before you gotta start pedaling again. no, i don't mind if you hold that to me, its been tried, tested, and approved by my GC-47 math problem. yeah, thats a 10-speed demon. i wouldn't have it any other way. would bees make their honey in baby bee-powered factories? write to me if you do, but i don't think, or speculate, so. I would never say the pledge of allegance to a combination lock, dont get me wrong, i love them to death, but these things aren't satisfactory to a soul longing for more. my soul is anyways, but that dont make me any better than a 50-year old cashier at Quick-n-save, no it doesn't. i haven't got a clue about how to style curly bangs, i was just never tought. i know the road, the bends, the way my handlebars curl, that's all i need to know for now, you know?