Bikepacking Thoughts | Friday Poetry
Bikepacking Thoughts Up the gravel road the bikepacker breathes deep. And then curses those who made this road so steep….
cycling poem
The Night | Friday Poetry
With each flash of light I may pedal out of sight In the cold dark air I race Hoping you…
Dark Sky | Friday Poetry
Dark sky looms above. Gravel kicks up on the road. Bikepacker rolls by. -thebidon
As I climb | Friday Poetry
As I climb, the breeze rushes gently by. Up this steep mountain pass, the elevation slowly climbs. Cold and thin…