“Riding a bike in the snow can be a lot of fun, that is if you can find the bike under the snow first of all and then making sure it has all its needed wheels, otherwise it’s just time stalled!” Gun Roswell
In snow, not cotton
Buried, but not forgotten
Wheels, maybe slightly rotten
One even missing?
Never mind,
I will think of something
For riding my bike
There is no stopping!
“Riding a bike and in winter no less? Well, guess it takes all kinds, huh? The more shall we say, adventurous types?” Gun Roswell
Winter!
And so simply out of spite
I am riding my bike
Mostly enjoying the ride
Even down a very slippery
And extremely frozen slide!
“It’s a valid ride, for the day at least right?” Gun Roswell
Four Wheel Drives I Guess?
Four wheel drives
Of a different kind
Manual propulsion
With a little compulsion
Slowly getting nowhere
And then again, everywhere
Usage from ages zero
To the top one hundred
You can be a hero
Or a little weirdo
As long as you keep pedalling
The flow of adrenaline
Will keep you moving
Your condition improving
Hear the crowds cheering
As you are nearing
The finish line
“I like driving a car, to some place nice, where the roads are wide and nobody is around“ Gun Roswell
Riding a car, any car
The car is something of a contradiction, whether be it gas powered or having to stick it into the socket for refuel, but whatever the mode, it will have to make due, as sometimes long distances cannot be peddled away with a bike or two. And buses? Don’t get me started! Either they arrive as per schedule, or you wait an hour or few, and go back home stomping and feeling blue, as nothing planned got done due to the lack of not funds, but a rather a ride!
So, once you sit inside, put the gear shift to drive, there is no going back. Well, of course if you plan to return, then there is that. But, the trip has now started as the engine on the car has parted, from the safety of the home yard and now, it might go far, or then again, to the nearest shop, if that was the planned stop. So, wherever you want to go, in a car big or small, for now, just keep on riding, as tomorrow, well, who knows what is on the horizon.
“When riding on the streets, you cannot go really fast at all, so better keep that pedal sternly off of the metal!” Gun Roswell
Ride fast, ride by
The traffic jam, always there to spam, those who would dare, venturing out in the crowd of cars each and every day, turning out to have become an eternal struggle, a kind of a bad game. The noises far too loud, but that is nothing compared to the smoke and weapon emanating from most these vessels, on wheels, pushed to move on by feet and pedals, but what can any of us do, if one wants a life outside their home to pursue?
So, why not try the public transport? Or a bicycle or even to walk? But what if it rains, hails or even snows, then isn’t the distance to the bus stop, going to be too much of a chore a the walk, a long trudging bore? And what of the speed? It would take double or maybe triple amount of time, before reaching from a to be and goodness forbid a place c! No, this will not due and the only option is to drive a vehicle painted in blue.
So, pick a good one, something with more efficiency with less fuel, and then, ride fast, go past, do not let yourself get jammed, like the rest of the damned, in the traffic jam.
“The two wheeled ride, will steal your heart, totally and for good, if you are not careful enough” Gun Roswell
A 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.
“Why not ride a bike, even in the middle of the winters plight?” Gun Roswell
Ride a bike, down a snowy slope
So, what if it is snowing once again, because, me, I can ride my bike, anywhere
Even if the tyres are not exactly up to spec, and then might fall me totally let
But that would be a small price to pay, for ride on this, two wheeled sleigh
Down, down, down the slippery slopes, filed with so much of the new snow
Then gradually, into traffic I go, wheeling away, really fast, but, well, mostly slow
Luckily I got my thick padded helmet on, covering this unfortunately small brain
And not to forget the elbow and knee pads, well, is there really a need to explain?
So, watch me, riding my bike, despite, the wintery weather so completely snide
And if I fall down, with only minor damage or less, well, at least I made you smile!
“A red bike, on the street side… just hop on, and take a ride! “ Gun Roswell
A moped ride in the world wide
The red, and totally busted ride
Was waiting, by the very side
I knew from before, and I might
Just have out, a very loud sigh
Because no way, was this fine
Taking out, this archaic bike!
But, approaching the land
Where the old bike would usually stand
By an old, and very solid oak door
It was then, I noticed, something quite odd
As if just taken out of a store
It stood there, with so much flare
All over, it was spicked and spanned
Even, the silvery and shiny handles can
Be more gorgeous than
As before the metal, no longer rusted
But everything shiny and dusted
The gas tank filled with go juice
There really was nothing to loose
With this fine ride, of the day
Only one thing, still remained
Putting on, the helmet and boots
The leathery outfit, also to choose
Then hopping on this, very fine steed
And out into the busy streets, it to lead
As I am now riding down the roads
Remembering something, from before
“There really is no better way”, was I earlier told
By someone, certain and so bold
And I am finally agreeing to it now, with a huge, big smile
When I am taking this ride, to the world open wide
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 