I have a post called BYOB. 

Build Your Own Bike. 

It is a short and simple post. 

I combined my favourite elements from the types of bikes I have ridden into one. 

It worked. 

I knew the first 100 metres I rode it. 

I love it. 

I am one with it. 

But others do not love it. 

I hear ‘shit’ all the time. 

Sometimes they do not think I hear them. 

I do. 

Sometimes they speak a different language. 

I understand it. 

Sometimes they give ‘the look.’ 

I see it. 

This tends to happen when I am stopped. 

At a light. 

To be honest, I like it. 

Their disdain is my power. 

I know what is coming. 

I know what to do. 

My heart beats faster. 

I watch the light. 

I wait for it to change. 

It changes. 

I go. 

I hear the distant clicking behind me, as they clip into their pedals. 

But I am gone. 

…And the last visual they have of me is my Ass. 

‘Mic Drop’ 

Insert empty stage emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’