muddy water on my back, on my calves and the wind tearing past my face, need i say anymore?
for once, it didnt matter that i looked like crap. because i felt so free. just me and the bike, nothing else. even the cars and the people seemed to fade into oblivion.
just the smell of fresh grass and the sound of tinkling spokes.
i need to do this more often.
(this was for school)
this week sucks, the devil on the condom box is too appropriate.
