A solo rider's ode
I'm the only one in this town who rides
While everyone else hides inside
Their cars and houses, their comfort zones
I'm out here, alone, on my own
They don't understand the freedom I feel
When the road is real and the wind is real
They think I'm crazy, they think I'm strange
But I wouldn't trade it for change
It's okay to be alone with my bicycle
Its love never stops, it's magical
Two wheels that carry me through the night
A faithful companion, burning bright
Sometimes it stops, I'll admit it's true
When a flat tire comes into view
But I'm technical, I can fix anything
From a simple puncture to what life brings
Patch kit in hand, I know what to do
Just like I'd fix myself, see it through
A puncture wound in my own soul
The bicycle makes me whole
So let them stare from their windows high
While I ride beneath the sky
Alone but never lonely, free and wild
Just a cyclist and their two-wheeled child
— The Lonely Cyclist