Hardening (of a chain)

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Two years ago, I bought a chain
fattest chain I could find at Bimsco Hardware on Stone Avenue.
Tonight I did the same thing I’ve been doing
three nights in a row, and that is
yin within yang: sitting by the woodstove
listening to BBC World News
and chain smoking from my mesquite pipe.

ChainlaidinBut this time I got something accomplished.
I pulled that chain, smoking, out of the used motor oil
a hellish stink swirling in the cool wind.
I said:
“Harden the fuck up, chain.” and I laughed.

Protect the Landshark [“never get out of the boat”]
Absolutely god-damned right. That’s my BIKE.
but MY bike is going in a box, and then in a trunk.
(There is your wife, and then there is your rose rouge)

That perfect lover, that perfect fit
that fitted with me, and loved me –
I had her for only five weeks.  It was sweet.

But this bike – this perfect fit masterpiece…
I get to keep her forever. And I will.

“Harden the fuck up, mate.” [remember: “The mountain is my woman now and she beats me.”]
“Right.” Turn the cup [Your love is in a box].
Opening it will be softening into joy; into a spring ride. [liberation, strength, the way]
And I’ll say:
“GOD DAMN what a sweet bike.”

Yang within yin: gathering wood.
Yin within yang: sitting by the woodstove.

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About littlejar

5 - Learned to ride in paved alley behind liquor store in Lowell. 16 - Road bike riding alone while peers do soccer practice. 18 - First new road bike bought with winnings from Project Graduation. 20 - Burlington VT. Nuff said. 22 - Joined the Air Force. 23 - Joined team Fair Wheel in Tucson - rode the Shootout. 24 - Rode El Tour in under five. 26 - Toured to Quebec City 28 - Toured Oklahoma to Vermont 30 - Found my dream bike - a 1989 58cm LaBan (#22) 32 - Experienced Minneapolis and saw BIKE CULTURE. 34 - Building my first bicycle frame, with a self made jig. USA

4 Replies to “Hardening (of a chain)”

  1. my BIKE is the bike that everyone notices, the flashy bike that has more personality than me, it owns me.

    MY bike is the red one you see, fits perfect, never will ever be for sale, and with it I become one with machine. MY bike.

    Does that shed any light?