A Gorgeous Road Bike
A gorgeous road bike
made by Corbitugo
seemed to boost everyone's ego...
and fight we did over this beauty,
because there werent' of that type
and it had an unbelievable speed,
but taking care of it became almost a creed:
so shiny and well-maintained, it kept us in shape.
A gorgeous road bike
made it through muddy roads and rough terrains...
like rocky paths leading to granite mountains,
if it had run in a marathon, it would have definitely won;
I even rode it while holding the string of a kite:
that was my most prized possession until it broke down.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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