spring and back to the gears

here's a song about my joyous new experience though: on the first day of christmas my true love gave to me...a bike with no gears! so the song goes on, but not far from the new years mark, my first fixed excursion came last winter, (oddly, yet somehow blessedly, enough)... and on the second day of christmas i rode my single geared racelight dynamo down the street in about minus ten and ten cm of powder! on the third day of christmas i learned how to skid boss-like on the beautiful frozen puddles and some vast, glassy mid-winter ice sheets sprawled upon the asphalt all around town. alas. on about day 64 bike stolen. again. before learning skids on the tarmac...