I like riding around on my bicycle,

but today I felt like an icicle.

Just got back from this years first long ride,

I feel cheerful and mighty satisfied.

All the cute creatures are still there,

and thankfully, still no signs of angry bear.

Riding alone, I reminisced about a warmer time,

when a car slowed down and screamed like there was some crime.

I had no idea what they were saying,

but waiving their hands, it was a danger they were portraying.

But, I was like, "Oh, whopped do, who knows..."

and in the next moment, I had to take off most of my clothes.

I have never been in such great rain,

it was like standing next to a burst water main.

I loved it, the rain was fragrant, fresh and warm,

I could never call that a storm.

The sun came out instantly, I was like "K. rain, thanks, bye.",

and then I had to hang out all my clothes to dry.

The 13 mile ride back home was full of mud,

I had to lift my legs, and will my bike across a flood.

I am so glad no one will ever know about this,

but still, these are the memorable moments

that make me reminisce.