The leap of faith: a frog darting between wheels.
The ray of light: shining beams and how it feels.
The foot on pedals: energetic pulsing engines pumping like pistons.
The gripped handlebars: spinning cogs unheard for all who listens.
The rush through dark: air rippling over and under.
The night time cycle ride: a wonder of a wander.
Darkness enveloping: hot air strangling the pathways.
The slick of the wheels: gliding along, down and up every raise.
Trees looking on: witnesses of the rider in the night.
Snakes hiding away: not their chosen spectacles of sight.
Cool air nowhere to be seen: the slick ride of the bicycle abound.
Night rider: over ground, uncrowned and without a sound.
ACTON28: AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC 