bike riding
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And in that summer we seemed infinite
Hair streaming behind us as we flew
Down the neverending driveway
Pebbles skidding out of the way
Of our whirling wheels
Shoelaces flapping against the spokes
I used to practice riding
My two-wheeled chariot of blue metal
With flames on either side,
Its rubber handlebars steering me—
And sometimes, my mom pushing me—
Some people ride their bikes for fun, others in a race
Others, so that they can lose their friend around their waist
Many people own bicycles, all around the nation
