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You will lowave when you see me pass...
You will nod at me, when you see the familiar bar and shield emblazoned somewhere upon my clothing... You will often smile, if we meet at some sort of bike function... Yet now that the riding is all but done, the gear stowed til warmer times, when you move by me, there is no light of recognition... Without the identifying mark of a rider, or the ride itself, I am but another stranger in your day... I would bet you would know the bike in an instant- that is what bikers seem to do; imprint the ride before the rider.. (unless of course it is a 'she' & of such well-endowed characteristics, making her unforgettable) It's somewhat sad to realize that it is what you do, not who you are, sometimes.. And I wonder when I acknowledge you, if you have any idea why.. If you know that I don't need to wait til next season, to remember you... |
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wow! calli, this one is great!
i must say though, well endowed women don't catch my attention. the bikes do.... but... most of those i would forget before forgetting the people and faces and friends i've made. (and you know me, i'm the happy sort, so most get a nod and a smile anyway) love the written piece! |
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