a love poem in 6 lines and 2 wheels with special guest Barbara DiNucci 

driving my Hornet cherry red my young 

love draping the top-tube at the chrome-plated handlebars !

O, ye bicycle ! –– how you made her torso to lean-in head-strong

willing my strength for the uphill climb and her hair to flutter

jet-stone black at my face on the downhill run, the irresistible

scent of Ivory soap perfuming the backdraft.