Biker Left For Dead, Me

February 5th, 1984, left for dead Bottom of a mountain in Pasadena, Me and my daughter’s bike, with the Pedal I broke off with my foot when We landed next to the twelve-inch curb, In the street, the front tire still spinning. Three cars had followed us down, honking For us to get out of the way. I had never found the brakes. An older lady was the only car to stay, briefly. She gave me an apologetic wave. I will never forget her face, as she drove off, Leaving me broken in the street. February 5th, 1984, still as vivid as that day.