The bike

Just came inside from my second bike ride this week.
Did I mention this is the bike that won an adventure race?
(though it wasn't me riding it)
I can hear it dripping in the entry, hung like a wet sweater from it's hook
snow cloggled treads coming free from the icy coat.
I love this bike, beautiful full suspension by Specialized,
Tom (my brother) gave it to me two Christmases past.
Gave me a little present, the wrapped contents feeling like a book
opened up to find , "no it couldn't be" " what?" thoughts going through my head
as it was revealed to be a bike manual
and sent to the garage to find it.
WOW, definately one of the most meaningful gifts I've ever recieved.
I cried.
My old bike, well past it's prime,
though having been top of the line for it's first owner
had come to a state where about fifty metres was
the maximum distance I could ride it without something
either puncturing, slipping, or outright falling off.

I must say this gift came at the right time in my life
Winters have been times of deep depression for me
and none so much as these last two
Not to say posessions are the solution to depression
when my real need is to trust in God,
(and perhaps a sunlamp)
But wow what an unexpected blessing.
THanks Tom.
I know it is over a year ago.
but I'm thankful every day for that bike.