For you can check out this new post from the ever energetic Betsy Turcot, who is most certainly talking about Domenico Natoli, my partner in crime at 4ZZZ.
Who knows what we’ll be talking bout? I’ll be drinking the coffee for two. Look out. Because it be cycling o’clock.
I don’t speak road bike
Though you’d think
I’d have picked a little up,
listening, as I often am,
to that locust hum
coming up behind me in some quiet morning
the percussive irritation of Mavic freehubs,
the shifting of the Super Record,
the chirring of those carbon insects,
signaling the impending swarm
of the morning bunch ride.
Reverberating through the quiet streets,
the sweet acoustic stillness of the morning
All reverie lost, like morning fog to sun.
Momentarily – “passing”, “on your right” –
I am within the living thrum
sucked and pulled by physics
and pride, a little both
propelling me as if to stay
to mass and throng
but because I don’t speak road bike
I let them pass along.