a pastime to pass time

No Dabs, 10/26/23

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.