"I like the dust that cakes my legs in the summer on the dirt roads back home I like the rivers of sweat that course through the dirt, darkening it, turning it to mud I like the noise of summer The cicadas, crickets, and frogs never take a breath. I like it when my body, my clothes, and my bike return home filthy I like the salt that crusts my jersey and shorts and face It means I rode my bike. I like riding my bike."
"I like the dust that cakes my legs in the summer on the dirt roads back home I like the rivers of sweat that course through the dirt, darkening it, turning it to mud I like the noise of summer The cicadas, crickets, and frogs never take a breath. I like it when my body, my clothes, and my bike return home filthy I like the salt that crusts my jersey and shorts and face It means I rode my bike. I like riding my bike."
by Jered Gruber