The winter is long, the light is short, this fire brings life to a season’s thwart.
As I cozy up next to these flames of heat, I venture in thought trying to find the beat.
Feeling pretty neat but the night is bleak, planning for the summer and I need new cleats.
It’s the time of year when the worst is gone, the days are getting long trying to fit in my thong.
Dreaming big fat wheels and keeping it real, on the trails with good friends until the days’ end.
Rocking one gear, rocking two gears, rocking three, rocking nine, I don’t give a fuck because everything’s fine.
With that smile on the face always keeping the pace, bombing big hills and winning the race.
The moods shifting, and the tides a turning, the snow melts, and the trails a yearning.
Nothing does it for me but a nice warm breeze, cruising up and down hills, and scarping my knees.
Here’s to spring time and the joy to be had, putting the fun between our legs and getting super rad.
Haiku by Snakehawk
Big kitchen climbing.
Like a ham on a forklift,
But making more noise.