Cycle of Cycles [From 42-300]
icycles in every incarnation, remaking each of them all of the time.”
from BA 42-300
Most notably hidden there was a tiny white Gitane
and an even smaller red Raleigh BMX rig.
Though in general disrepair, these little machines
quickly ushered back a time
when the type of bike you rode
didn’t matter as much as jumping it
over a hill then bailing off mid-flight
to let it soar on its own accord
far into the field. Back then
there were rides we used to take
just to play Atari at a friend’s.
Oh, the dogs we used to have
to out-maneuver on these bikes
and the tricky steering we mastered
with sodas and Big Hunks in both hands.
Between the two of us we have had
bicycles in almost every incarnation
and are compulsively remaking each of them
all of the time. Even now,
as we write this, there is a bike in the next room
awaiting those 28s and the basket we promised ourselves
and there is yet another that’s ripe for selling which continues
that most beautiful never-ending cycle we know:
install, ride, uninstall, tweak, reinstall,
adjust, remove, refine, ride, sell, etc.
As much as we love them
we have to give up them up sometimes,
excellent ones that have served us well
and on and on it goes into that greater unknown future.
It’s a cycle of cycles. Bicycling, not bicycles,
an action and a purpose
and a way to move