Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A dream

I dream of living in a Holland-like place.

I dream of the Mass Ave Bridge being travelled only by bicycles and of the coffee shops being surrounded by piles of bicycles three deep.

I dream of excellent music playing from loudspeakers on every corner, of snow falling but never hitting the ground.

I dream of a chain that never needs lube, tires that never need air, legs that never need rest.

I dream of getting around the office by bicycle, the perfectly smooth linoleum floor squeaking under my rubbery weight.

I dream of living in a neighborhood where my kids can ride safely, where horns don't honk and brakes don't squeal.

I dream of running right the fuck out of oil and not caring at all.

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