Cruiser King

Bob pedaled really hard

down Crockett Street,

but my one speed,

light green cruiser

and I were swifter

to the finish line.

It was a race to see

who was the fastest

on a bicycle.

Feeling overly confident,

I raced against Steve

down the same street

the next day.

We were pedaling

neck and neck

when halfway through the race

my saddle fell off my bicycle.

Steve crossed the finish line

while I went back and

picked up my seat

from off the road.

He would have unseated me

as cruiser king for the day anyway.