And as goes life. Days come and go in the blink of an eye. So many things happening at once it’s hard to absorb the actual “life” within a life. You know, the scent of spring, the fluffy white formations in the sky, the simple things that get no attention anymore. The bike gives us the feeling of movement generated from our own power systems. Feeling the strain of leg muscles pushing and pulling on the pedals connected to the chain that drives to turn the wheels. The wheels that keep on rolling.
The miles bring elixir to life. Getting way more out of it than a blink of an eye. Feeling free from constraint and open to opportunity. Take a left for an adventure, a right for the guided route, or keep heading straight for that timeless ride that helps you extinguish the burden and bring back the rhythm.
The wheels that keep on rolling resemble the relentless force of time as the minutes tick by. What was monumental yesterday builds to something greater or is forgotten in the wave of youth. The changing times bring focus to an adaptable breed. Those who take things for a grain of salt…plus a slice of lemon…and a shot of tequila. The thick skin of a desert rider will be the one who thrives in the competitiveness of man.
The wheels that keep on rolling is life. Life is a wheel. It hits a bump, but it keeps on going. The bumps might wear you down, but there are always new spokes to be laced, new rubber to be glued, and more air to put into the tires. This life keeps going with all it’s burden and the only thing that can stop you is a dumb move or a bad product.