Prose, Pics, Bike Review
My head felt cloudy and I needed to get some ideas on paper for my individual teaching presentation next week. it is on the History of Hip Hop and Slam Poetry.
While riding I thought about what you call stream of consciousness when it never rains or when ideas come out of a faucet you turn on and off. Rusty Handles, H for Hot, C for Cold, turning, creaking, spitter spatter splash into the glitter sea shell basin. Rust color and it stinks like rotten eggs in a fridge unplugged and forgotten.
I thought about cruise control cadence on Hot muggy smooth flat asphalt, sing along songs, sin and Saul Williams, artist, musician, magician with words
07 Lemond Buenos Aires:
Min Max Carbon + Tall headtube + sparkle red paint = Rad
Vertical compliance and lateral rigidity = Fast
I wish i could call it the red rocket but it shares no similarities with a canine erection.