bicycle kerry i spent too long outside on my bicycle today. wishing i was at home, warming my hands... my fingers were burning and red and prickly. i started to forget they were there. i was riding through the dark on the loneliest street ever, the one that is usually clogged and congested, now it is empty and vacant it's just me with my squeaky bicycle and squealing brakes and my throbbing fingers 021226 ... raze i went on riding it long after time made it too small for me. even when straddling the childhood relic only caused me pain. i wanted everything to move faster. i never thought i'd get my wish. he let me try his bike once so i could feel what it was to sit on something built for someone my size. comfortable as it was, i missed the ache of knowing i'd outgrown the vehicle tasked with carrying the burden of my body. 230220 what's it to you? who go blather from