Pedaling as fast as I can

Yes yes I'm pedaling as fast as I can
In my little old Fred Flintstone mobile
Over hills at a snails pace
Flying madcap down the other side

Up up up up up down down down down down
Curving left curving right
Until I'm dizzy with the green hills
Loving the trees and the lack of other people

Except when I must find the turnout
Or let the others pass me in the passing lane
I almost feel like the world is just my own
Made emerald and beautiful just for me

Until I hit a town and get a thumbs up
From the guy next to me at the light
For having the nerve to drive such a crazy car

And I smile and move along
To the next stretch of lonely road

--Margaret Westlake
April 29, 2016