Bike Ride
Richard Petty should see me now
riding this souped-up Chevy
zipping around the asphalt raceway.
I'm not a NASCAR legend like Petty,
not yet. The stands
by the bike path are nearly bare.
As I lean into the curve
I see only the puzzled stare
of an albino squirrel.
Two hundred laps later I see
the checkered flag at Daytona 500.
In the zone, I am one with my bike.
Watch me pass the sputtering joggers.
Smiling now, the firehose roar
of cicadas greets me. Jubilation
gushes through my raised fists
as I cross the finish line!
Copyright 2005 - Dan Campbell
