All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber
Red-Velo-Bike
When you really feel like
Your feet might be on a strike
Then, just hop on a Velo-Bike
It is such motorized fun
Under, the warming sun
No, this is certainly not any kind of pun
Just you dare to ride, ride, ride
Your borrowers and red, Velo-Bike
“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot, just hit that pedal and don’t worry about the stains” Gun Roswell
Motorbike and the pouring Rain
When it rains, it may also pour
Your mind and mentality, soon enough, dropping to the floor
All them puddles, are there for you, just waiting
So, why the hell, should you be hesitating?
Just jump on that good old and solid moped
Get yourself out there, even if you might be soaking
Ride, ride, ride, wild like the kid you once were
Through the soaking rainy puddles, without any care
But soon enough, the fun could come to a complete and utter halt
If an unexpected flash of light, will give you a jolt
But then you might simply take the advantage
Of that free kind of power charging
And then, just keep on riding in the rain
Even, if you might feel just a little bit of pain
It’s just the asphalt, that keeps you grounded under your soles
Because, just this once, you dared to bare your soul
“Just pick and choose, which ever you may fancy!” Gun Roswell
Scooter on the sidewalk
The black and totally big thing, in that street corner, way over there
You really cannot help, but completely stop to stand and stare
It is so massive compared, to any previously seen bi-wheeled moped
Can you even be sure, that this, thing, can be called, a scooter?
If you are unsure, why don’t you just hop on and try it out and some time on it spend
You may end up liking it so much, you need to buy one for yourself in the end
“Take a ride on the wild side, with a blue moped, then add on a huge smile” Gun Roswell
Blue Moped Ride
A slow ride on the minimalistic size blue motorbike
Turned out to be surprisingly the most interesting hike
Hardly fitting my big fat lazy derrière on its seat
But got on it with effort anyway, as I would never admit defeat
My knees, totally bent, almost to the very hilt
I am sitting here, on this, very very,,, well, world’s most smallest of seats
With the wind and all them flies (who knows what else) in my face
Yes, truly this is, a most memorable stage
Riding along the slow and narrow streets at noon
Certainly, to the onlookers, I am way too funny, much like a buffoon
Cannot say I am very much enjoying the scenery
As the most of my concentration is used to keep the tiny bike steady
But like all good (or bad) experiences, which do not last long, my ride has ended
And I am really so glad, that all this time to have wasted
At least, in learning a lesson of sizes and even gravity
And some people should just stay on the other side of sanity
(Myself included ;P)
“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell
Choose your own kind of ride
Choose, a cool city bike, for a simple days fare
Stroll around the place, to check out the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will search and then glare
Once you get the taste of the big busy city
Soon you’ll start feeling, really, really giddy
And before you realise it, time has gone in a jiffy
But, still, wanting to see it all
Even, if you have to stay, until the longest time of fall
Now, here you sit and are wishing, time would stall
If on a moped or even on a big motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is really, no scare
Just remember to follow the safety rules, with utter care
And then, into the traffic, you’ll ride with flare
Oh, and don’t you worry, if all the people may stare
They’re just jealous, because of your fancy fare
Ride, ride, ride, the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so totally fast, that you’ll even have some time to spare
If you’re feeling, completely lazy
After a trip here, soon enough so hazy
Then hop on a yellow taxi cab
Moving, slow or very, very fast
Depending, on your chosen destination
There is no need, for any kind of explanation
Enjoy the sights, from the oh so comfy seat
There is even a calling device, when too much heat
Soon, the city tour has been taken
Without even one short leg shaken
“The cool kids, in their rides, all around down town, they fly” Gun Roswell
Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)
On this, totally futuristic moped
We are travelling, nowhere fast
The license, may already have been revoked
But we, are still having a complete blast
You can:
Mock us
Call us
Old folk
Elephant skins
What ever
You want
But:
We, still rule
We, just need
A little more fuel
And:
We still are very much so
Going, going, going,
And, gone!
Bye-bye!
“Ride on a Sunday, ride on any day, just jump on your bike and ride away!” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride Day, Everyday
It doesn’t matter what time of the year
There is no weather bad enough to fear
When your trusted bike beckons for a ride
That is the time for you to hop on and smile
Ride, ride, ride, until such time you are tired
Ride to the store or the nearest seashore
Ride until there is no more feeling of bore
Ride, along the ends, ride along the time
And when you are done riding
Hang up your bike high up on the wall
Because you, are done hiding
“Riding a bike? In snow? How so very bold!” Gun Roswell
Bike and the Winter
It may be cold and it may be slippery
The weather, none to chippery
But the bike is waiting for me outside
And despite the danger, I am looking for a ride
So, when I dare out there to venture
I will make sure my ride has no dents
The wheels, seat and steering in shape
Even the smile on my face is no fake
Riding down the slippery slope of a road made of ice
But with these wintry wheels including spikes
I am rather enjoying this cold weather crisp and nice
Getting some thumbs up and even some smiles
What else could be better on this ride
On my winter geared bike!
“There is nothing to riding in the rain, even if barefoot” Gun Roswell
Motorbike and the Rain
When it rains, it may pour
Your mind and mentality, dropping to the floor
All them puddles just waiting
So, why the hell are you hesitating?
Just jump on that good old moped
Get out there, even if soaking
Ride like a kid you once were
Through the soaking rain without care
Soon the fun will come to a halt
If a flash of light will give you a jolt
But take the advantage
Of that free power charge
Keep on riding in the rain
Even if you feel a little pain
It’s just the asphalt under your soles
Because you dared to bare your soul
“Drive a scooter a day, to keep the doctor away?” Gun Roswell
Scooter Sunday
When the calendar page turns to a Sunday
That indicates the one and only fun day
When it’s time to dust off the old two wheeler drive
Give it some TLC, a shiny new appearance and a smile
Then hit the non too busy side streets
And let your hair flow in the calming breeze
The Sunday leisure cruise is about to begin
When you hit that first note and start to sing
Riding a scooter on this day is so much fun
So what if nothing else really gets done!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 