I will carry the bicycle and not
ride it, any of the time. And
"none of this is coming together."
None of the watery chemicals or
diuretic cram for the passage.
I have a multitool that I got
as a Christmas gift once. Wind:
allen wrench; you: phillips; me:
some bulky needle with the eye
in it's tip, and flathead, and little wrench.
I have thread, many gauges of twigs
in a little case that could as easily
be found along any of the roadsides of this
country; all for the maintenance
of this bicycle, the contrivance.
I do not have but can imagine
a magical motor for pushing on the gravity
and keeping your machine aloft while mines carried.
I have a black neoprene facemask for cutting the wind.
I have a little fabric bag of extra buttons.
