Tasty

People always wonder if I’m on something…

High, tweaking out, mentally disturbed,

…Or just pretty crazy.

What am I on?

I’m on an eighty-two twelve speed

Forty-One-Thirty tempered steel Schwinn.

Made in the USA

A pure racing machine,

Bontranger Pro Performance tires

With Araya rims balanced to perfection,

Made in Japan…

She is blue,

As blue as a California-summer sky,

Aged and oxidized in some parts,

Yet her figure is still as sexy as ever.

Little is required to get her in forward motion,

When she gets going,

She’s the one on top.

The pedals,

Pulling away,

Try desperatly to rejoin the back end of the rear-dérailleur’s mid-gear,

Which starts out at a very fast tempo,

That has stretched the shifter cables long and thin.

Her speed is relentless once I get her going…

When I first bought the bike,

A sticker which read;

‘Tasty’ in calligraphy,

Sprawled out over the seat cover…

While I took the sticker off…

The name stuck,

And after we went for a first ride,

I understand now why she earned the name,

Tasty.