Its Saturday morning
I awaken to knocks on the door
“Come on dude its 1”

Stumbling out of bed
I notice that’s it’s a nice day
Outside,
I change into new clothes
Run to the garage,
Where my silver bike awaits me

It leans against a trash can,
Which is quite funny because I bought it for five dollars
Then spray painted it silver

The morning air wakes me up
It’s dry

The sun is hot
I can feel it as it scorches my back
As the cool air brushes my face

Legs or rubber
Sweat in your eyes
Every hill is a fight
Racing for the right to say you were first