As One

My feet in the clips, my hands on the bars, my body pushes up, my legs pump, and there I am, standing up on my bike. I am pedaling furiously up a hill. I tense up and then remind myself to relax my gnarled grip, my hiked shoulders, my tight arse, my heavy hamstrings and calves. Once I do that I urge the bike forward with me. We work as one. I feel the sweat between my breasts, I feel the heat from the road on my body, my arms glisten with the light from the setting sun. I reach the crest of the hill and then I sit down, knowing that this part is the best; the adrenalin rush of the downhill. And like being on a horse, my bike and I gallop. I lean forward and with butt on the smooth leather saddle we fly. The hot air in a rush dries my exposed teeth as a grin spreads itself on my face. Deep in my soul I felt alive cycling on that day's sunset.