Just can't get enough of it
The wind racing against my face
Images of trees and buildings
Blurred and in the periphery
The road zipping by under
Whistles as the wind sneaks in
Through the gaps in the helmet
I hate the dust in my eyes
And the innumerable potholes
Even the nasty road humps
Not to forget the jaywalkers
But that's fine and manageable
Cos' a fleeting glimpse of
The birds flying in the sky
Or perched on tree branches
Is too thrilling for words
And I cannot forget for sure
The thrill of the water bullets
As they pelt against the skin
The rains sure do enhance
The joy of long distance biking...
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