Querencia Draft

As I wake up, the bright sun glistening from my window burns my eyes. I recover and I look at the clock. 6:30 A.M. I get up, brush my teeth, put my riding gear on, and I carry my bike down the stairs. I settle my lightweight bike down and I stretch. I don't know where my bike will lead me, but I know for sure it is gonna be a long, fast pace ride. 

I put in my headphones putting on shuffle. First of 500 songs. I hop on my bike, taking my first pedals. I take it slow but once I hit the streets, I start pedaling faster bringing up my momentum.  Getting faster, and faster. Mashing through traffic, I am not stopping for nothing. I could hear car horns beeping at me from behind. I don't make my way to turn back. I just keep pedaling. 

The feel of the wind blowing through my hair makes me want to keep riding. The feeling of sprinting, being brake-less, and the fact that their is nobody to tell me what to do or what not to do makes me feel like a bad ass. 

 

As I finally end to a stop at Diamond Head, my iPod is already at hundredth song. I look back from my view, and it just trips me out sometimes. How far I managed to get here on bike. Fixed Gear don't stop. Where will my bike take me to next time?