What lovely is. I just finished a ride. Maybe fifty five minutes max. In my jeans and a hoodie and my sneakers. There’s this cemetery that doubles as a park masquerading as a cemetery. It’s two streets from home. After I quit racing or caring much about what I looked like on a bicycle, I found a loop there where I can pedal circles and never coast. Each lap is less than seventy seconds. All of it in one of only two gears. Inner ring always. No cars. My private world. It’s like a velodrome except my turns are to the right. And with thousands of dead people watching me play bicycle rider. What lovely is.
All This By Hand
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