Bicycle, bicycle!

I want to ride my bicycle,
I want to ride my bike.
I want to ride my bicycle,
I want to ride it where I like...

Sorry, can't take credit for this lyrical genius, but I can still hum it in my head while riding my bicycle. Even after suffering a broken wrist, two randomly deflated tires, a busted head light, cold weather, rain, snow, and sleet, there's nothing like getting around town on two wheels powered by your own two legs. Now that the days are getting longer, I can even enjoy a little sunlight to and from work as well. In the morning I head west with the bright low sun behind me illuminating my path. In the evening, assuming I'm not working well into the night, I head back east with the dull yet warm sun painting the hard city with a shade of gold. As I ride, I think of the soft tires gripping the pavement, tearing away the rubbery grooves with every peddle. The image just makes me push faster as if the rotational force can lift me off the ground to spare my tires from friction. Oh, and to give you a better picture, this is a girl's bike with a basket in the front... ding, ding! Make way, pedestrians! Gotta get my groceries! Why do you never see me coming when crossing the street? It's like you only rely on your sense of hearing to determine the presence of a vehicle. Look both ways before you cross, you'll be amazed at what you see! Still, I will get to where I'm going, weaving swiftly through the streets, from point A to point B quicker than a car. I can dismount and lock up before the driver even finds a parking spot. The only disadvantage is that I lose the wind that was taking care of my perspiration, and my skin begins collecting the sweat from my overheated body.

Still worth the ride.