Oct 01

The road at night is your own

God, I love riding in this transition to the the autumn rain!

The urgent chirping of the crickets, lack of cars,

the sheen of the road melding with the sensation of skimming the skin of friction through the apex of corners,

garments weighted with moisture,

the chirp of the brakes sending a harmony of caution and abandon

to the input of the pedals and the line taken.

The road at night is your own.

Frank Pavlick

Mechanic Instructor & Shop Manager

Bethlehem Bicycle Cooperative

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