I ride to school. I ride to smile. I ride for fitness. I ride so to feel the wind on my face. I ride to save money. I ride in plain shoes and clothes. I ride because of curiosity. I ride to feel symbiotic harmony of body and machine. I ride to check out the neighborhood. I ride to save the planet, one revolution at a time. I ride for poetry. I ride to loosen up and not take things so seriously. I ride to keep a competitive edge. I ride to show others that they too can ride. I ride the same roads. I ride new routes. I ride because I respect that guy that caught me. I ride because the weather can, and will, get shittier. I ride for a different perspective. I ride for the elegance. I ride because I’m stubborn. I ride to smile at those little unexpected moments. I ride to catch that wheel ahead of me. I ride for that moment, beyond The Wall, where it all disappears. I ride clean. I ride for community. I ride to see the dawn spread and dusk fall. I ride to fly through one green light after another on a road oddly devoid of traffic. I ride because I asked myself if I could ride there instead of bussing. I ride because of a goal. I ride for love. I ride because it scares me. I ride for stories. I ride to understand it. I ride for fluidity. I ride because I won’t ever be the fastest. I ride for utilitarian, multi-modal existence. I ride because this could be anywhere. I ride because of muscle memory. I ride for pain. I ride for little moments of glory known only to me.
I ride to ride.
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