Cycling for My Health

Does it just seem as though

the drivers

are speeding break-neck

to hell

on a perfectly beautiful

Saturday because

I’m riding my bike on the

bike path so

in contrast to my thirteen miles

per hour they

all look like Slim Pickens

riding a rocket,

slapping the side,

screaming bloody murder

or

are they really

speeding break-neck to hell

and, if so, why

on a perfectly beautiful Satur-

day when I would

think they would want to stop

and smell the…

burning fossil fuels spewing

from somebody else’s

roaring, belching engine,

just like I am

as I pedal for my health

at thirteen miles

per hour on  the bike

path next to

my home town’s version

of  the brick

yard?