The Man Who Liked Bikes

 

I like bikes, I like them a lot,
I fix them myself with the tools that I’ve got.
No gadgets, no gizmos, no blinking red lights,
Just pedals and wheels for long, happy rides.

They’re standard! They’re simple! They’re all much the same,
No silly new tech in the marketing game.
(Well… indexed gears? Those I do not despise,
They clickety-shift and they’re nifty and wise!)

I ride with a tent, I ride to a town,
I meet funny people when roads wander down.
Some nights are high, and some nights are low,
But a bike makes it better wherever I go.

And when my poor chain makes a clatter or squeak,
I find on the YouTube the help that I seek!
With fixers and tinkerers, cheerful and bright,
Explaining repairs through the day and the night.

So hand me my helmet, my wrench, and my pack,
I’ll pedal on forward and never look back.
For bikes are my joy, my delight, and my fun—
Two wheels forever, my miles never done!