a quiet friday morning in autumn
on the edge of the colorado desert
a subsection of the greater sonoran desert
climbing up to a mountain peak
chaparral and pines and oaks and slanted light
slowly pedal away from there and into here
with no real point to it other than to ride a bike
a pastime that passes time into past time
then suddenly there is an abruption in going to the here
it is that turn where that boulder sits like a bull
that turn i’ve cleaned only once over the years
and this time i don’t care at all if i pedal through
my attempt is futile on the other side
is there a new line for coming back down
hike-a-bike slows down the vision-line
hmm is all i can say without a sound
mexico is out there and birds can fly over mountains
less pedaling and more speed on the human trail
nothing to see here, really, except for everything
as it passes by, again, a pastime to pass time
No Dabs is a monthly column by James Murren that celebrates the mountain biking community and lifestyle.
Looks like a beautiful day to be outside, especially on a bike!