“Sometimes, things get buried in deep in the snow, even bikes, so be wary, where you may find it, the bike, that is!! Gun Roswell
In snow, not cotton Buried, but not forgotten Wheels, maybe slightly rotten Never mind, I will think of something For riding my bike There is no stopping!
“Nothing like a ride on a bike, during the spring time, yeah, let’s call it a hike!” Gun Roswell
When the roads are cleared of bad weather Thee is nothing to give more of an pleasure Than picking up a bike with bright red stripes And whooshing down the streets with big fat smiles After all it has been such a long while When it was even good to take a ride Since the winter is almost and hopefully gone It’s good to leave the dull indoors And venture out there where the air Amongst other things feels so much better You only want to ride all day long Maybe, even, sing a few dorky songs To celebrate the coming of warm weather in time so long
The two wheeled ride, will steal your heart, totally and for good, if you are not careful enough” Gun Roswell
A slow moped ride across the town
The two wheels required to peddle and then steer a motorised vehicle now totally dear, to a place far away or even a some place near, the ride always a pleasure, no matter the initial feel, because the cycle, moped or some other kind of motorised bike, will make the day with a permanent smile. The bike, can you whatever juice to power up you may choose, whether human power, electrical current or even the bad kind, the gasoline from the hose. Still, the best bet is to let your own feet do the peddling, at least for a while, and when feeling the pain, sweat and dire, then power up the small engine and let the whole thing fly, for a moment, and after the recharge of your own self is complete, then take control of the drive and make it a nature worthwhile effort. Because the effect is much more than that, your heart, body and soul becoming more apt, while making the use of your legs, instead of a power source more quaint. But whatever the means are in the end, it is all a time and effort well spent, when taking that ride in outside, even if it was just a short one cross town.
“The parked motorised bike by the door is the one to take to the store” Gun Roswell
The Moped by the door
The red paint, never looks plain, even on an old school bike like this scooter of a moped, which is so perfect for a trip around the nearby town, just because it won’t go too fast or even too far, and certainly is none too loud, still this old beast of burden is powerful enough at least, to haul som stuff back home from the store, because taking this red bike out for a stroll is certainly no bore.
“Ride a bike, with motors or not, it’s really up to you!” Gun Roswell
Motorised big 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
“Ride, ride, ride a kick scooter to the end of a long, long street” Gun Roswell
Take a ride on a kickable and motorised scooter
Manual labour?
No thanks!
Simply put a coin in the slot, right there on the dot, just there, and voilà!
You are equipped with the most perfect transport for a few hours to circle around in the city just like, well royalty, maybe not, but at least close to it, without any kind of stint of the manual and exhausting one.
And if you really want to, have some exercise, just to feel more nice, rather than the lazy ass riding on the scooter with both feet on it, then scoot, scoot, scoot your way with the other leg.
And for the sake of it, try to change footing every now and again, as too much time spent on just the one appendix, might just cause cramps or thicker muscles on it.
So, whatever you choose, you won’t lose, as this is the best choice to travel in a small city.
“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell
Take a ride in the pouring rain
The rain stained the asphalted plains, but it did not matter to the hard core rider And even if they are really not, the tough and rough kind of natural born fighter It does not matter, because out of love and devotion, the rider will get out there And ride the steady steed across the land, sand or water, it does not really matter
Even if the chatter from the others, might want to change this rider’s mind But, being totally devoted and kind, to the bike which can give them a ride Well, there are really no sides to be taken here, rather the best choice of all to take And this relationship, between organic and machine, is not something new to be seen
So, mounting on their ride, soon enough the world around then is no more divided, Rather one and wide united road side, where anyone can set out on and drive No matter whether this bike is just a simple and manual and in need to be peddled Or a power house of a thing, with a motor which can make a die hard fans heart sing