Sitting atop
my 1977 Puch
Maxi.
I can't help
but
let the winding
road take me.
Cruising at a cool twenty six
miles per hour.
With
no hat for my head,
The wind
tousles
tumbles
and rolls my hair in
every direction.
Knowing a struggle will ensue
between
my fingers and my locks.
I ride
onward.
Be Careful With That, It's Vintage
Submitted on March 4th, 2009