On Razorback, by Luvavet, Reddick, FL

The world slims down
To a tunnel of trees
Punctuated by the crackle of leaves
And I leave the cackle of my life behind.
I tackle the root strewn hill
And ponder lightning fast
What it means to be a quitter.
In a rare approach,
My inner voice urges me on
With a triumphant cheering
And I hit the top

Suddenly lighter and


With my heartbeat
Galloping and chest heaving
Like a racehorse
My proud voice says,
And I laugh
And ride away
Down the backside.

12 Responses to On Razorback, by Luvavet, Reddick, FL

  1. The poem was written by a chick, although she probably thinks of herself as a woman.

    I got a poem for ya’.

    Hickory Dickory Dog
    Bloggety Blog Blog Blog

    The CCRider de Monte Cristo
    Needs to load up his bike-

    and a couple of his bros

    and come east for a sloggety, slog, slog, slog.

  2. Hey, here’s one:

    Bumpy bump bump, roots dirt,
    You crashed and you ripped your shirt.
    Another mechanical?
    You’re kind of fanatical,
    For a sport full of sputter and spurt.

  3. 29’er for sale
    slow as a snail
    never been ridden
    without a good bail
    I don’t like the dirt
    and I always get lost
    I want to be skinny
    just like Kate Moss

  4. Or..

    Fuddity, dud, dud, dud
    I’m totally scared of the mud
    I ride in a straight line
    all of the time
    and see cows chew their cud, cud, cud-
    while my buddy gets air
    and darts here to there
    through the woods like a
    stud, stud, stud.

    or something like that.

  5. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I’ve got speed I’d like to keep.
    And miles to ride before I sleep.
    And miles to ride before I sleep.

  6. Thanks for the invite. I’d like nothing better than some new trails and to put a face with a pseudonym. Most weekends are jammed up with wife and children obligations, but next free weekend, I’ll head that way.

  7. Hey Juancho, there’s the wife and children again!

    Juancho loves the little children. And the wives. He’s especially concerned about the wives and their various needs. He’s told me many a time, “Listen man, family comes first. You’ve got the rest of your life to ride that damn bike, but those kids are only young once. And if Momma’s not happy, nobody’s happy!” Then he winks and laughs in a most understanding way.

    He’s even scratched, “But what about the kids?” onto his top tube. You’d better believe it’s family first under the Big Top.

  8. Someone must hold the line against the tyranny of domestification. Come on CC, you can park the fam at S’quatch’s house. There are so many kids over there he has no idea which are his.