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Velocipede Verses #4: Space and Race, Me and Time, Bikes and Life...and Truffles


I'm an avid cyclist who has ridden 30,000+ miles over the past seven years. I enjoy sharing the little I know with interested others.


Space and Race, Me and Time, Bikes and Life...and Truffles

My day started mostly normal
Thinking about
And race
Like one for speed
Like one for rats
Like the other one

My ride started mostly normal
Thinking about
Warming up
Circling block
Stretching legs
And time
Like on a clock
Like when it’s free
Like the Einstein one

We won the race to space
Took first place
Beat to the draw our mortal foe

Al said time wasn’t real
Looks and feels
Relative to how fast you go

I call him Al
Like he’s a pal
Since I got the COVID hair

Speed of light
Reach it I might
Pedaling hard to get there


George is on my mind
So’s Al’s view of time
Then Truffles bolts out
I give a curt shout

Wheel broadside into neighbor’s
French bulldog

My day ended mostly normal
Thinking about
Bruised up hip
Bloody arm
Aching knee
And life
Like one that’s free
Like one that’s lost
Like the tragic one

Haunting the City of Lakes
And the states
And the country
And the world

While Truffles shakes a bit
Aches a bit
Rests her little hard head
And goes to sleep


greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 28, 2020:

Ann - thanks again, my friend. I have healed quite nicely, and Truffles is physically well but now a changed dog. She is quite wary of bicycles and bicyclists now, retreating to the garage when she sees them (including me, of course!) coming. Thanks for the great words, and have a great day, Ann.

Ann Carr from SW England on June 26, 2020:

This is really clever. I love the rhythm and the shape of your verse. Lots of stories, clever links and philosophical.

Poor you and little Truffles! Hope all's mended now.


Nithya Venkat from Dubai on June 06, 2020:

I could imagine what happened through your poem. It must have been a harrowing experience. Glad that both you and Truffles are ok.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 04, 2020:

Thanks much, Liz. I think we are both doing well now. I saw Truffles playing vigorously yesterday, so I think she's good. I will have a scar on my elbow, but all else will heal in time. Let's just say that I've had much worse bike wrecks!

Liz Westwood from UK on June 04, 2020:

Your verse retells vivid events. I hope you both made a quick recovery.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 04, 2020:

Thanks, Linda. And well said. I've been out on my bike every day since, and saw yesterday Truffles playing with all the neighbor kids in the front yard. I think we are both mostly good to go! Be well.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 04, 2020:

Thanks, Brenda. I can't ride like I used to, either, but I do ride more and more often...just different emphasis now. More on being out there, being free, being me. Thanks for stopping by again! Much appreciated.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on June 03, 2020:

I'm sorry for you,Truffles, and the world. I hope you and Truffles recover quickly from the incident that you've described.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on June 03, 2020:

Quite an interesting write weaving all this together.

At least you won the race, but Truffles took a hit.

Nice the way you say about your bruised hip.

Bicycling days for me are over...I don't think I could ride like I used too.

Nice write.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 03, 2020:

Hi Lora - thanks! Yes, there was lots going on in my head here, both two days ago when this happened and yesterday when I wrote it. I am ok, and thanks for your concern. In fact, I crashed my bike, then went on my 20-mile ride, then came home and showed my wife the damage. She chastised me a bit, then helped me clean up the mess on my arm. Truffles is good; she was a scared pup, though, and we (the neighbor and I both) hope that maybe she's learned something from all this. Fingers crossed.

I am familiar with the kind of crash you're talking about (BTDT), and I'm sorry you had to go through that, too! I'm thankful you didn't break anything there, as well. Come to think of it, that is a good reason for me to give thanks here, too. Nothing broken, but lots of bruises and still have some serious swelling on my hip bone.

Happy Wednesday!

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 03, 2020:

Thanks, Eric. The neighbor lady was very apologetic and so forth, and I just told her it wasn't a big deal. I was more worried about the dog and my bike. I got it worse than both of them, as it turns out, but that was where my initial concerns went.

Attitude is everything...

Lora Hollings on June 02, 2020:

I really like your poem, Greg. A very interesting poem which weaves time, bicycle races, a tragedy, Einstein, and even a French bulldog into the equation. I hope that you are doing better and Truffles is okay too! I had a spill on a bike where I hit the cement hard when a little dog came after me and start biting at my ankles. It really spooked me and although the wheel stopped when I abruptly applied my brakes, I kept on going and landed very hard on the pavement. Talk about velocity! Thankfully, I didn't break anything.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 02, 2020:

Cool interesting piece.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 02, 2020:

Flourish - indeed. Truffles is a friendly pup, but she will not approach me now...guess that might be ok if she continues to feel the same way about the bike. Thanks for the well wishes for me and for the neighbor's pup.

greg cain (author) from Moscow, Idaho, USA on June 02, 2020:

Haha! That's great, Sha! Yes, though I only wish it was gravel! These bruises and bumps and scrapes are all products of a hard collision on the asphalt. Ouchy. And thanks for the well wishes.

FlourishAnyway from USA on June 02, 2020:

Poor Truffles didn’t know what hit her. Glad everyone was ok.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on June 02, 2020:

Well, that was quite an eventful ride!

Your mind's a-whirling

with thoughts unfurling

then bike, man and dog

on the gravel go twirling

Be careful, Box!

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