Solo-loquy

The feel of the tarmac under my Tarmac

My heart rate a few touches higher than normal,
Riding solo into the slight wind

The interminably blue sky punctuated only by engine braking and freeway noise

Neither of which quells the solo ride anxiety.
Nothing but fatigue will do that.
Empty back streets yield way on to way

The long road ahead beckons me

Not taunting, not negative.
Only inviting on this warm and sunny winter day.
My legs pump and turn over, steady riding today.
I know that winter is coming, with its cold and its rain.
Then flowers and green, however brief they may be.

I smile and am thankful, heart pumping the blood,
As I watch without judgement the drivers in their cars rushing, hurrying, speeding.
I too hope to speed soon, number plate attached to my mountain bike,
Knobby tires and suspension cruising and surfing terrain.

For now, I’ll take the warmth, promising for my foot and my health.
Solo or not, I’ll enjoy the ride I’m on, feeling the road, feeling the sun,
Always anxious and ready for more.