How Is the Cruise

How is the cruise? When my feet could barely touch the pedal I rode bicycle as if I wished to win Olympic medal Every day on my knee or elbow was a new plaster Plus one or two dirty slaps from my angry sister Why did you buy him bicycle now? Asked my mother Practice makes perfect replied my fearless father. The day I dared a deadly gradient in my quarter My ride took to the right and I in the left gutter Stood up with a wound bigger than just a bruise Then came this scorner who asked: how is the cruise?