She’d searched through her shoes from the first to the last

Now her heartbeat was beating two-times-two too fast!

The days she’d been counting were counting down quick

And the mountain of shoes made her stomach feel sick!

 

“There’s no way I can go to the Charity Ball!

Having no shoes I like, is like no shoes at all! “

Wrench in skinned knuckles

Bits and pieces on the floor

Trip to the bike shop

This is another bicycle ride invitation from a couple years back... and yes, the "accidents" really happened.


The Bicycling Bully

Copyright © 2009 Kelly Pulley

 

There once was a cyclist named Kelly R Pulley.

It was rumored that he was a bicycling bully.

 

He would ride all around on his ancient red Schwinn.

When he caught cyclists out, he’d try doing them in.

 

He would send out emails to bicycling chumps.

Then he’d lead them down roads with mad dogs and bad bumps.

 

He would often mistreat them and drive them to tears.

Now and then, they’d end up with road rash on their rears,

 

It was said,

as he led one such ride from the rear…

that the riders in front were attacked by wild deer!

 

As the riders involved lay sprawled out on the ground…

the ride leading bully was not to be found.

 

A coincidence?

Maybe.

Or not.

Who’s to say?

But another bike “accident” happened this way…

 

A large pack was out laying down tracks on the Trace.

Soon the pace of the pack reached the pace of a race.

 

It was said that the bully was there in the pack.

Working his way to the front from the back.

 

Then quite suddenly…

Half of them fell to the ground!

Once again,

the bike bully was not to be found.

 

A coincidence?

Maybe.

Or not.

Who’s to say?

But another bike “accident” happened this way…

 

When a rider,

Chris Brubaker,

rode next to Pulley…

(Not knowing that he was a bicycling bully)

 

While descending a hill,

his ride got quite intense.

When his bike left the road…

and he flew through a fence!

 

Soon the other bike riders asked,

“Where did Chris go?”

The answer from Pulley was, he didn’t know.

 

A coincidence?

Maybe.

Or not.

Who’s to say?

But no one’s seen Chris on a bike to this day.

 

Are the rumors for real?

Are they false?

Are they true?

There’s one way to find out.

I will leave that to you.

 

Go with him on a ride in the desolate sticks.

Where there’s no one around should your bike need a fix.

 

And your cell phone won’t work.

Not one bar to be found.

Distant plucking of banjos…

the sole lonely sound.

 

If you want to know,

that’s the place where you’ll find…

Just what sinister thoughts…

ride the roads of his mind.

This is a short excerpt from a children's story I was working on, I may or may not finish it someday.


And to make matters worse, I’m not back here alone.

I’m stuck in the back with my big sister Joan!

Being trapped in the back with my sister I dread.

If I have to sit here for two days I’ll be dead!

 

I’ll be dead! It’s the truth! There’s no way I’ll survive.

This vacation’s my end. I won’t come back alive!

After two or three hours of her terrible singing,

My head will go numb and my ears will start ringing.

 

Then she’ll pick and she’ll poke till I can’t catch my breath.

Then she’ll talk her girl talk till she bores me to death!

We’ll arrive at the beach. Still they won’t know I’ve died.

Till unloading, they find me all shriveled and dried.

I like to ride my red Schwinn bike.

 

I like to ride it when I like.

 

I like to ride it in the sun.

I like to ride at night for fun.

Ride it, ride it, in the morning.

Out the door, without a warning.

I like to ride without delay.

I like to ride it everyday.

 

I like to ride my red Schwinn bike.

 

I like to ride it where I like.

 

I like to ride it up a hill.

I like to ride it down for thrill.

Ride it, ride it, near or far.

Out on my bike, not in a car.

I like to ride it here and there.

I like to ride it everywhere.

 

I like to ride my red Schwinn bike.

 

I like to ride with whom I like.

 

I like to ride it slow with May.

I like to ride it fast with Jay.

Ride it, ride it, by myself.

Out on the road, not on a shelf.

I like to ride with whom I choose.

I like to ride in yellow shoes.

 

I like to ride my red Schwinn bike.

 

I like to ride. That’s what I like.

 

So ride your bike, you’ll like it too.

Hop on your bike, I’ll ride with you!