There is a saying:
“There are two kinds of riders,
those who have fallen,
and those who are about to fall.”
I know a rider
who has dropped his motorcycle
on a white sand beach,
on a faraway wooden bridge
and in a nearby parking lot.
He has flown off the saddle
on a steep mountain road,
fracturing five ribs,
his steed almost hurtling
down a deep ravine.
Today he has four new bikes.
still riding happily,
still hoping fervently
the old biker’s saying
has been exorcised from him.
There really is only one kind of rider —
The Optimist.
