I got up early enough to ride a bicycle to work. It wasn't in my heart. I unlocked the trike and began the slow roll. Coasting slowly is the specialty of the trike rider.
I cranked the rusty tricycle along the streets of West Philadelphia with the seat several inches too low. When I roll to a stop, my feet stay on the pedals. I can put up my feet and relax on the seat like it was a chair. Balance is the specialty of the trike rider.
My thumb scrolled my iPod to deliver music to my ears. Multi-tasking is the specialty of the trike rider. Enjoyment is up; speed is down. I got to work just in time to feel great.