The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
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The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
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Wow. So poetic! Someone put this on a pic of a rider looking out over the dawn and we can sell it on a poster!
Wow. So poetic! Someone put this on a pic of a rider looking out over the dawn and we can sell it on a poster!
[censored], no! You'd have to have cars and trucks all over the background to make it work. Let's just produce a nice poster of a rider with the sun coming up...
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The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
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I've seen the limb of the earth in Buffalo. It's really hairy and covered with tattoos. ;^)
Call me Mr Picky, but I seem to be missing (in no particular order) the Niterider, darkness, early morning traffic, empty school buses, suburbs, a fixed gear bike and early commuters.
LOL. I don't have all day to look for the perfect pic. Use your imagination. Better yet, if you've got some art talent, draw the items that are missing.
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Sir Ride-A-Lot said:
Something like this. Sorry MattB, I borrowed your pic.
Call me Mr Picky, but I seem to be missing (in no particular order) the Niterider, darkness, early morning traffic, empty school buses, suburbs, a fixed gear bike and early commuters.
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The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
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The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.
The sun isn't even close to being over the horizon when I leave for work this morning on the fix. I have to put the Niterider on, and I ride through the early morning traffic and crisp air, feeling glad of it all. Empty school buses ply the suburbs on their way to pick up their surly cargo. The early commuters are out, already edgy, agitated, and obnoxious. I spin, smooth, as the sun pulls itself up over the limb of the earth. 'Morning.