Pavement makes me uneasy;
the cold, unmoving surface
offering little solace
when cornering.

Irregularities are transmitted
through skinny tyres,
jarring me down
to my very soul.

The living, breathing earth;
ever changing, ever growing.
Dirt hugs your tyres,
dirt is malleable.

Irregularities are wonderful,
from rocks to water,
steep to flat.
Dirt captivates my soul.