Friday, June 22, 2012

Bike Rides

I thank you, Father, for bike rides. Thank you for wind that rushes past the ears and waters the eyes, for whirring wheels and the crunch of gravel, the hiss of dirt, or the steady hum of paved road. Thank you for clicking chains and the clack of shifting gears, for squealing brakes, for the thrill of speed, and thank you for sweaty rubber grips.

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