I ride through the time
Elongating the memories with surreal distortion
I ride for the feeling of freedom
I am perpetual, free from the lingering fear of death
I push myself to the edges of mortal capacity
Then I transcend the human pain
And enter that fourth dimension.
The wheels no longer finger the ground
They float on passionate endeavor
A whole hearted and single minded effort
The rhythm of faultless circles going ’round
A pulsating rhythm that ascends above the world’s anguishes.
The constant movement brings freedom….
– Anita Ho