I belong on the Road

If you think “the wild road” is a place you must cycle to see,
Interrupt the texting, interrupt the surfing,
Put arms through wool,
and tell me again:
I belong on the Road

If you think the raccoon above your tent,
will disappear into the night,
does it have rabies, I am sure it has rabies,
Then sit and wait, the raccoon will come and eat your chips,
does it have rabies, don’t raccoons have rabies,
Find yourself without lights, and then try to tell me again:
I belong on the Road

If you think going cycle camping will undo a long life of slow driving,
Then go ahead and go cycle camping.
Try to pack.
Try to pack in the tent, try not to forget the coffee
Try to not forget and then try
Tell me which pannier it is in again:
I belong on the Road

If you think the howling sirens that scream in the streets
Will keep you from tasting the hiker/biker camaraderie
That forever awaits on the distant photo-op
I belong on the Road

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