Bikes in Winter Times (three) 

“It’s just like riding a bike! Guess it is, only this time it’s done in snow!” Gun Roswell

Bikes in Winter Times

The several bikes under the tree taking cover from the winter’s deep and tormenting lash of snow, but that is just what it looks like from far away, as these bikes are here to stay, and even totally slay the snows of the winter, never ever fearing the weather, as they have been permanently tethered to this land of cold by their very riders so bold.

So for now, riding along, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, these bikes and their riders are fierce and do not mind a challenge, not even something bad or ominous foretold. As they take their two wheelers out there, in the open air, peddling gingerly away, as they are not the ones long in one place to stay. And so, no matter the heavy snow fall, the bikes and their bikers stand tall, against the weather gods.

Of course, the shovel is a necessary tool, when packing for the wintery cold, as digging out from the cover light sometimes, cannot be done by hand and well, that might be the only negative, or then it is the ice roads. Then again, spikes to the wheels and thinking of the snow pushing as a sport, the nothing can go wrong for these winter riders.

Bikes in Winter Times (two)


“Riding a bike in the snow can be fun, that is if you can find the bike under the snow first of all!” Gun Roswell

Bikes in Winter Times

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!

Bikes in Winter Times

“Riding a bike, in winter? Well, guess it takes all kinds, huh?” Gun Roswell

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Bikes in Winter Times

Winter be spite
I am riding my bike
Enjoying the ride
Even down a slippery
And extremely icy slide!

Yellow ride

“Ride the yellow bike” Gun Roswell

Yellow ride

The yellow ride

On the road side

A motorised bike

Something to like 

Yellow in colour

Certainly not the duller

Rent it for an hour

With only one dollar

Ride it with gusto

Is an absolute must

Down the hillside

It easily slides

Up the street

In a rhythmic beat

Go as fast as you can

Without caring a damn

When the hour

Is finally over

You still feel the power

Of the little scooter

That could

Woody (Haiku)

“A bike of wood?”But, can you peddle it?” Gun Roswell

Woody (Haiku)

City bike street side stands

Made for rental and out of wood

Ride it fast and slow 

Yellow Bikes

The yellow bikes are beckoning for a ride” Gun Roswell 

Yellow Bikes

The city’s yellow painted two wheeled drives

Came out with the spring and with a great smile

The brightness competing with only the sun

As the bright yellow bikes stand there waiting for some fun

The passers by soon will get some ideas

Hoping on them and riding away with smiles

And as the day progresses on in time

The bike park will soon be empty on the dime

All the yellow bikes now filling both parks and the streets 

As all them riders are following that ride worthy beat

Loud ruckus like laughter filling the waves of air

As nothing and no one can deny this bike ride  filled cheer

Up on the wall

“Sometimes up the wall is the best bet to go.” Gun Roswell 

Up on the wall

Up, up and away, up the tallest wall to be climbing, perhaps even with a bicycle to be riding, when that, maddening feeling hits and all the way up to the ceiling I wanna go.

It might sound dumb and crazy and certainly not safe, but this would hardly be the worst attempt of anything I’ve done so far, and far might not be the road, as up the wall and into the ceiling I will go.

But, when finally reaching that goal, and hanging there up on the pole, I can retort,

I’ve made it to the top!

The bike ride wrapped around the tree

“Not exactly the latest technology, the coolest of models or the fanciest of colours, but it will get you where you need to go to.” Gun Roswell

The bike ride wrapped around the tree

The busted ride, the bike from beyond the years alas even without any gears, while peddled will take the trip, just about anywhere imaginable without fear. Far or near.

Because old and rusted doesn’t necessarily mean useless, especially such a sturdy made ride, somewhat refurbished but mostly it’s just mostly basic.

Alas the riders are never complaining, as this man made two wheeled bike will always get you where you need.

Ride a bike or a trike maybe?

“No matter the number of wheels, just go and get out there, try it, see how it feels, to ride a bike, or a trike!” Gun Roswell

Ride a bike or a trike maybe?

The time for peddling about is always there

No matter the time of year on this blue sphere

Just get yourself a pair of wheels

No matter the count, one, two even threes

It’s always good to get on one of them for you see

Electric or manually powered, is all good

Feeling the air around, as you really should

Not just sitting on your derriere in some stuffy car

Because even with lesser wheels, you are able to travel far!

Take a ride in the rain

“The rain will not stop those wanting to ride their bikes, motorised or otherwise“ Gun Roswell

Take a ride in the 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

Riding best, with bare feet, I guess