the sun has gone down and the moon has come up
and long ago somebody left with the cup
ride’s here
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A shiny chrome bicycle stands alone on its kickstand before a vibrantly green rice paddy with sharp limestone ridges in the background framing a cloudy gray sky
The seat was way too low, the brakes sketchy, and the worn pedals slick as duck shit. My knees are angry at me.
Also, the ride through Trang An was glorious, transformative, and humbling, and I would do it all again on a child’s tricycle or my actual bare knees in a heartbeat.
Also, the ride through Trang An was glorious, transformative, and humbling, and I would do it all again on a child’s tricycle or my actual bare knees in a heartbeat.
the brakes they were quite sketchy
the worn pedals slick
mom’s spaghetti