The hill bomb to uni is fantastically fun,
a slap in the face to announce the day has begun.
As the world races by, I let off whoops, yells and cheers,
an act I know is echoed, in the woods, far from here.
The feeling is familiar, a small reminder,
of hard-packed clay, and tyres a bit wider.
As a bus passes, I pick up the pace,
Struggling to contain the smile on my face.
My mind drifts into the sensation of flow
at one with the bike, never wishing to slow.
With the mind at ease, I carry on down,
the two mile downhill, all the way into-
VAAAN!!!!!
…
Holy Shit that was close! I could have gone under!
my life at its end, through another man's blunder.
The fragility of life is a sobering thought,
I stand still, silent, shocked, rigid and taught.
But as the shock fades and turns to elation,
I burst again on the pedals, cheering in celebration.
Though morning is young and the day is to come,
I can't help but look forward to tomorrow's hill bomb.
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