Racing Dawn #tourdefrance #cycling #poetry

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warming up before I pull

my steady friend

a green Lemonde Bikeoff the truck bed

cinching my helmet

snap,snap

rolling my neck

shoulders anticipating miles of strain

my shoes becoming one with my vehicle

click, click

slow motion forward

adjusting gears from last ride

muscles groaning over yesterday

smile, as I push forward

knowing there is a mountain ahead of me

there is little I can see

I aim toward a wall of fog

all alone except for cattle greetings

pull, push, pull, push

the only sound I hear

is my cadence of breathing

ha, ha, hu, hu

ha, ha, hu, hu

oak tree my friend on the descent

not so welcome as I climb

passing the tree line

when did the fog dissipate?

I don’t remember

Fire danger sign at high alert today

the thought of fire makes me thirsty

gulp, gulp

muscles start lactic acid build up

squeeze, squeeze

reach behind for my liquid protein

squirt, squirt

one moment to take a long breath

check brakes

another inhale preparing for the rush

the welcome descent

racing the wind

willing my 23 mm tires to hug the hill

there are moments I fly

wheeeeeeee

it seems minutes since I left the summit

and when I hear

the “welcome back to earth

blown out of warm nostrils

they go back to gossiping

about life in the fields

as the sun prepares

to meet the day

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The photographs are taken ( Sierra Madre) in the area I used to start my cycling morning (promptly at 5am to beat the 110 degree days) Sometimes there would be other cyclists, sometimes just the cattle. Cyclists of all levels train on these mountains.

In honor of the (spirit of cycling) Tour de France, the prompt for midweek motif is La Tour de France.

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Just me and my bike #poetry #photography #life

 

trike

 

They seemed so sturdy

flimsy red

and three wheels

speeding swiftly

off to change the world

and make ice cream

like horses they carried us

 we fought  dragons

stepped on the moon

**

We advanced to two

larger, faster

we flew free in our dreams

on a rocket ship

down hills

on rims of steel

we rode further

covered galaxies

rode centuries

**

Spin

the new word for a work out

faithful friend

my La monde in a corner

while I strap in to  metal

running from the monsters

hiding in pockets of fat

it’s a bike of sorts

but where did my dreams go???

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Cheers to Poet’s United Wednesday Motif for today’s prompt “Bicycle” a beloved friend since three!

What memories do you share with a bicycle???

The Perfect Draft

It was the perfect day for a long ride. The cyclists clicked in and took off at a reasonable pace. The lead was a strong cyclist so he never minded pulling the group. Today was like most days. Not much flat, lots of hills, and something a little different. Today they were on the  logging road- not only hilly but shady for a mid-day ride.  The perfect situation presented itself – a logging truck pulled out from a diner. The group sprinted to catch what looked like a great ride.

“Sweet” you could hear all the way down the line. The other thought, in their minds, ” hope this guy stays off the brakes maybe one of us should tell him we are right on his rear.” One of the group had a near mishap recently when she was drafting off a truck. “One of the risks of drafting” – she shook her head and smiled.

The truck driver looked in his rear view mirror and smiled this wasn’t the first group of cyclists but perhaps the largest that had drafted off  him. The car behind the cyclists shook his head; “they look like a bunch of ducks following behind their mama.” The driver was impressed these guys are clipping along at a good pace – not bad. The group managed to stick with the truck all the way up the winding mountain road. When they got to the top, they stopped for a water break and were surprised when the trucker pulled over.

“Hey you kids did a good job keeping up with me. I was thinking of slowing down but I didn’t need to.”

“Thanks – that was an awesome draft one of the cyclists chimed in.”

” It made for an enjoyable ride,” said another.   The team smiled  as the trucker  got into the cab. “Anytime” he waved. That Saturday was the beginning of many drafts when a trucker named Sam and a cycling group met up at the top of a hill. Sometimes when Sam would try to pay for his meal at the diner, the waitress would show him a note and smile. “Thanks for the perfect draft .”

 

 

 

Thanks Theme Thursday for a perfect topic

Thanks for the photo: BigBlackBox (Lic -Creative Commons)

The Perfect Draft (cycling)

It was the perfect day for a long ride. The cyclists clicked in and took off at a reasonable pace. The lead was a strong cyclist so he never minded pulling the group. Today was like most days. Not much flat, lots of hills, and something a little different. Today they were on the  logging road- not only hilly but shady for a mid-day ride.  The perfect situation presented itself – a logging truck pulled out from a diner. The group sprinted to catch what looked like a great ride.

“Sweet” you could hear all the way down the line. The other thought, in their minds, ” hope this guy stays off the brakes maybe one of us should tell him we are right on his rear.” One of the group had a near mishap recently when she was drafting off a truck. “One of the risks of drafting” – she shook her head and smiled.

The truck driver looked in his rear view mirror and smiled this wasn’t the first group of cyclists but perhaps the largest that had drafted off  him. The car behind the cyclists shook his head; “they look like a bunch of ducks following behind their mama.” The driver was impressed these guys are clipping along at a good pace – not bad. The group managed to stick with the truck all the way up the winding mountain road. When they got to the top, they stopped for a water break and were surprised when the trucker pulled over.

“Hey you kids did a good job keeping up with me. I was thinking of slowing down but I didn’t need to.”

“Thanks – that was an awesome draft one of the cyclists chimed in.”

” It made for an enjoyable ride,” said another.   The team smiled  as the trucker  got into the cab. “Anytime” he waved. That Saturday was the beginning of many drafts when a trucker named Sam and a cycling group met up at the top of a hill. Sometimes when Sam would try to pay for his meal at the diner, the waitress would show him a note and smile. “Thanks for the perfect draft .”

Thanks Theme Thursday for a perfect topic

Thanks for the photo: BigBlackBox

Land of nuts, fruits, and cows – a blog

I live in the land of Ag or Agriculture. I wasn’t born here- I was born in a big city. Don’t get me wrong- I had plenty of experience feeding the chickens and mucking out stalls as a kid.

I drove by the almond orchards this morning. The pink and white blossoms are intoxicating in beauty and scent. Then I looked down on the ground and saw the boxes stacked every 100 yards or so. Those boxes contain an essential to the Ag industry – the pollinators. In other words- Bees!  I have a few stories I could tell you about bees. I was out in the country with my daughter and some friends. We were taking in the beauty of spring picking wild flowers for pressing. We were unaware that the bees had been freed that morning. Needless to say I was alarmed when I heard a loud buzzing chorus. ” Ok girls let’s walk quickly to the car. It’s time to go!”  Trying not to alarm the girls we scurried to the car. We managed to escape without one sting.

Soon it will be time for the cattle to be moved so they can graze in an area with plenty of grass. Unlike the “old days” where cattle were driven through the country along a river bed, cattle here are driven down the road. Well it’s a country road but a road my cycling friends and I frequent for a ride of rolling hills, steep climbs, and sparse traffic. Suffice it to say, one morning my riding partner and I crested a hill  to meet up with a traffic jam of the four-legged type.  I am not afraid of animals but I was not certain what hundreds of cattle would do when facing down a person sitting atop a metal contraption. One of the cowboys swiftly rode up on his faithful steed and rescued  us by and hauling us up into the back of a pickup. Who needs a night in shining armor – I’ll take a cowboy any day.

Oh ag when the evening smells that waft into your backyard aren’t those of honeysuckle but of the dairy being washed down, when the dropping temperatures have the community on their  knees knowing that the pending freeze could wipe out the year’s worth of citrus, Oh and holidays and vacations are plopped in between lambing season, planting harvesting and…

I love the Ag world – it’s full of color and delight. Bzzzz

Photography: Almond Orchard – L. Moon

Cattle Drive by Mat Honan (License Creative Commons)

Bee by Aussiegall (License Creative Commons)

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