santa-cruz-bicycles-tallboy-tp_1572564880029042532vbSeptember is the sorriest month, the sorriest month of all.

It is no longer summer and it is still not yet fall.

The heat index it soars and soars, while grumpily I wait indoors

for the arrival- the sacred revival- of my purpose and my call.

Bicycle Lotto, (that’s what they say) the day we sent my frame away

a tiny ding that it did have was not my fault but theirs, I’m glad.

So in the mail now it comes, by warehouse, plane, and truck it comes.

This matte black beauty, dark as coal to lurk beneath my ass, and roll.






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    Good for you man!

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