Over at Bike Forums there’s a haiku thread. I (under the member name “Velo Vol“) have added a few. Some of them are below the break:
The cold wind subsides
Madone is atop the car
I’m going riding
I’m back from my ride
Tough trek out against headwinds
Return trip was fast
Rode my bike today
Battled gusty cold wind chill
Winter weather sucks
Saturday night here
Composing haiku on Foo
My life really rocks
Local TV news
Filled with lots of fluff pieces
Too much time to kill
February days
Filled with cold winds and sadness
Spring will come again
Today was warmer
It felt good to go riding
Without a cold face.
Rigorous bike rides
Are therapy for the soul
Still, emptiness sucks.
My ears are ringing
from the sound of loud banging.
Use ear protection.
No anonymity
for folks on the Internets.
Big snoops all around.
Went for a bike ride.
A bridge on route was torn down.
Lost eight miles of fun.
Quack quack, goes the duck.
Eager for a scrap of food.
Soggy bread tastes good.
Is there life on Mars?
If so, it can likely use
A nice warm shower.
Spring time brings strong winds.
My legs strain to maintain speed
against the fierce gusts.
Symbols are nice, but
the love they represent does
not wither away.
End of a long climb
At the crest lies a trophy
Fun times are ahead.
If the haiku thread
falls down in the Foo forest
does it make a sound?
I follow the math
Five seven five syllables
But write poor haiku.
A century goal?
It’s really not that bad. Just
ten, ten-mile rides.
A newspaper has
an extremely short shelf life.
News obsoletes fast.
“This Afternoon”
Had my joints checked at
the rheumatologist. Bike
therapy followed.
“Gut Check”
Weighed in at doctor’s
Am five pounds over target
Must ride more, eat less.
The hockey face-off:
battle of expectations
and quick reflexes.
Battling a cold.
OD’ed on vitamin C.
Health just out of reach.
The warm sun feels good
but it falls short as a balm
for a barky cough.
I want to sauna
above two hundred degrees
for several hours.
Up, down, up again
The course of our emotions
Often a riddle.
Melodic flashback:
A few bars of old music
and I’m young again.
“The Convalescence Ride”
Breath short and shallow,
Slower pace, a mild burning,
Still, good to be out.
An old bike saddle
is more comfortable than
a plush office chair.
Longer evenings,
warmer days for riding make
Velo Vol happy.
Swish swish swish swish swish
One hundred twenty-one points
My Vols were on fire!
Winter lingers on
To a weekend marked for Spring
My bike doth protest.
Vols down Cavaliers,
move on to the Sweet Sixteen.
I love March Madness.
Laid down for short nap
Slept for three hours instead
Guess I was tired.
“Being Cheated”
Ride out with headwind
on an out-and-back, return
home with no tailwind.