Saturday, October 23, 2010

The BIOLA Bike Venture

Los Chupacabras de Tampoco shown here minus the Paraguayan.

Los Chupacabras de Tampoco (The Biola Crew including Daisy Kim, Alvino, the Paraguayan, and I) went on an amazing bike ride! The only people that didn't go were Daisy, Alvino, and the Paraguayan because they were lazy bums at 6 o' clock in the morning. But it was totally worth it. I don't think my Saturdays will be free for a long time due to Artesia Outreach so I wanted to end it with a bang.

Don't worry lame Biola peoples, I am not bitter at you, it was a long and arduous ride that I'm pretty sure Daisy would have had a lot of trouble with plus it was raining so I think this was for the best.

Also, I made an epic poem (that's the name of this type of poem, I'm not lamely using epic to make everything sound cooler) on my way there towards the beginning of the ride:

A Long and Lonesome Journey

Think not, my mind, of how long the road ahead is
Fail not, my legs, for you fuel your master's ride
Stay steady, my hands, for you guide the rest of us
Fortify yourself, my body, for this will be long and difficult
Look forward, my eyes, to the beautiful sunrise you will see
rising up from the ocean horizon, illuminating everything around you
Stay strong, my bike, for if you break, that is the day that we die.

(upon reaching the riverbed entrance by the freeway)
Welcome to the gates to the End of the World
(Going under a huge freeway dip in the riverbed)
I pass the underworld, though the demons scream and moan
Long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long straight away

I have reached the River's End
I think I'll eat a steak and some eggs,
Ooh, some potatoes and butter-soaked English muffins too!

Now, I must go back the way I came to Biola.

End Epic Poem.

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So, ye. I know that right when I came back, I was thankful to the Father that I had the legs to get tired with, the bike to ride, and the ability to waste a Saturday morning enjoying His creation in the form of a polluted beach and a steak for breakfast.

1 comment:

sarah chong said...

"Also, I made an epic poem (that's the name of this type of poem, I'm not lamely using epic to make everything sound cooler)"

This made me laugh out loud for a good thirty seconds.