“All journeys have a secret destination, ride there with your shiny red scooter bike!” Gun Roswell
Red Scooter
“Faster, harder, scooter!”
No, this is not a blooper
And trying not to be a party pooper
But,
This is a vehicle, not a German band
I state, as I here stand
“The old school bikes are the best, no gears, just muscle power to move forward!” Gun Roswell
Bike to ride
A ladylike bike
With a basket in front
Will lead you
To a treasure hunt
The ride you’ll enjoy
Even, shouting ahoy
While riding around
Plenty of goodies are found
Soon enough
It’s getting tough
Your basket is full
Up the hill
The bike you pull
Sweaty and thirsty
The bike you’re cursing
But when at the top
You see another shop
Quickly mounting the bike
Because you see what you like
With cool breeze in your hair
You thank to gods of this great fare
“There is nothing to riding a bike after a long time, just sit on it and peddle away, it’s just like riding a bike!” Gun Roswell
On neat coloured city bikes on the small city streets
Some of them, are totally colourful, some of them quite bland
Most of them, are in such great shape, with many of gears grand
Then again, one or few, are totally busted, the metal on them, through rusted
But hey, that is just life, and if you get a lemon of a bike
Don’t worry, and certainly, do not yet, go on a pedalling strike
Because, there are always more of these, fancy two wheeled steeds
Just around the very corner, and they do come, in with a very low fee
So now, since after the hardest of the steps is done
Which was, choosing the bike, for some glorious daily fun
Now, you will be able to ride down, all of them busy city streets
On that funky bike of the city, painted, oh so completely neat
“Ride a bike, with motors or not, it’s really up to you!” Gun Roswell
Motorised Bikes anyone?
Bikes with motors are fine
When you want to avoid that grind
But a manual pedaller
May be a great leveller
When your pulse needs elevating
And your blood, circulating
“It does work, just hop on a pedal away!” Gun Roswell
The oddly shaped bike
Little convertible
You are so flexible
And very transportable
But even still
The genuine article
A bike is a bike
Of course, of course!
“There are always dangers ahead on the roads you take!” Gun Roswell
Danger, Danger – Look out for crashing bikes!!!
You may soon be out finding
This crossing may be full of danger
As two bicyclists are gliding
And into one another colliding
Or then again,
You may also find this entertaining
Watching the bikes
Into each other strike
“Something odd about this one… this bike? Oh, yes! It has three wheels!” Gun Roswell
Ride a… trike?!
It’s a bike?
It’s a trike?
No, it’s a Super bike!
Three wheels
Check out
How it feels
Ride a trike
It’s just like a bike
Only much more
Fun!
“Ride the smallest bike imaginable! It even has a motor in it!” Gun Roswell
The mini bike
Two wheeled little bike
Parked on the side
Working days long and hard
Hardly getting a rest or charge
But still going strong
And it’ll be a while until you are done
“Take a tour around the city of Helsinki, riding a yellow bike for the day” Gun Roswell
The Yellow Bike(s)
City bikes of yellow
For every gal and fellow
Driving by and waving hello
Before we break for jell-o
Happy Valentine’s Day? Why not?
The love shared upon this day might be a little bit overwhelming
At least for a soul somewhat having prepared to be their precious time alone spending
Alas, when entering the glorious and often times anonymous World Wide Web
The eyes are certainly fixed on the plethora of greetings and wishes there sent
By he colourful tableau of cards in bits and bytes capturing cuteness without a strife
A true representation of the ongoing life?
Well, I guess it is all just… well… fine?
As this day is supposed to be for lovers and all kinds of friends
Sharing all their devotion, those pesky emotions and feelings with a note and a possible present
Yet, I cannot help but feel some kind of opposite way much to my dismay
Of all this affection on this day out there on display
So, guess my point of it all to make
Was not that it’s all just fake
Rather, yes have your day and eat your cake
Mr Valentine, whomever you were, given us the name
Is all good to me, but please
If you truly care, never your words of love spare
State them out each and every single day
To those closest to your heart, chilly or not
As that is truly the right way
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
