Mounted
June 19 2024
I don’t remember it exactly.
Except that it had the power of revelation
and defied belief;
the moment I realized
the bike won’t fall.
That once in motion
a spinning wheel is stable.
That you can point yourself in any direction
and the bike will track itself;
you're just along for the ride.
It would be years
before words like angular momentum
sort of made sense.
Before you moved
from 2 wheels to 4,
and cared more about speed
style
the girl beside you.
But back then
mounted on our battered bikes
we were pirates
fighter pilots
rally drivers.
Mostly, we were free
to go wherever roads lead;
free range kids
with parents safely at home
who were content to let us roam.
Who knew
everyday physics
would liberate us.
Who knew
what adventures we’d get up to.
And who knew how far;
that if it weren’t for back in time for dinner
perhaps to the ends of the world
before the pot roast and peas.
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