The Stealth 1000
She calls to me from her lockup in front of the house. She sings to me as I mix it up with the semis in the heart of town. Squirrels and birds in the road beware. We're upon you before you hear us.
My ten-speed sits where I put it last fall, tires flat, no doubt. Got new saddlebags for Christmas, but they're still in the closet.
I don't use a drop of gas or emit an ounce of pollution, but I don't get any exercise either. All I can say is, “Exercise is overrated.” It must be, because it can't compare to cruising pedal-free at 15 mph.
I get a charge out of this. And so does she...
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