30 Days of Biking Poem

30 days.

For some these were 30 days of discovery

The wind in their hair and the sun on their back

They saw this old city as new.

They tested the limits of their ability.

The limits of their strength.

The limits of their courage.

With 2 wheels below them,

They rode on.

For some these were 30 days of fun

Group rides and pub crawls

Late nights full of laughter and friends

They celebrated life and this lifestyle

With gusto and heart

And with 2 wheels below them,

They rode on.

Then there is my story.

My 30 days.

My slice of life.

It saw the passing of my Grandmother.

The passing of my 3 year relationship.

The passing of the house I called a home.

These 30 days...

My 30 days were a test.

Because when I felt I was losing everything

I had to decide if I could ride on.

And you know what?

I did.

With 2 wheels below me,

Hot weather, cold weather, car exhaust

Crying, laughing, drinking,

Living, feeling, loving

I rode on.

Yes, it is a sad story.

But it is also a rallying cry-- our rallying cry.

I am a cyclist.

We are cyclists

And we can now say with unflinching certainty

That it will not stop at 30 days.

We will ride on.

Through streets and alleys

Rain and snow

Good times and bad

With 2 wheels below us, we will ride on.