Even when riding solo you are never alone

I mostly cycle in a group

Its much safer and the camaraderie is great fun

Today the rest of the group were unavailable

So I did the ride to Key Biscayne on my own

I have done the same route many times before

It never gets boring

There is always something new to see

I left late to avoid the morning rush

Carefully negotiating heavy traffic at the start

Valet parking for breakfast diners at Sadelle’s restaurant

Expensive cars and expensive coffee and bagels

Next challenge was crossing the roundabout on SW27th

Miami drivers don’t seem to know the rules of the road

Ignoring the cars already in the circle and just entering at high speed

I see near misses ever time

Today I waited for a big gap before sprinting across

Then onto a deserted Tigertail Avenue

Slowing to let a flock of peacocks walk across

I swear one of them winked at me

The short section of South Bayshore thankfully had light traffic

I turned towards Alice Wainwright park on a quiet street

Passing the former homes of Madonna and Sylvester Stallone

Its has become a Billionaires row with huge mansions

Some of them have security guards parked outside 24/7

I must be stressful to be so ultra wealthy

Pedaling onto the Rickenbacker causeway

Breathtaking views of Biscayne bay and the Miami skyline

I pushed hard up the bridge hugging the cycling lane

Cars speeding by just a few feet away to my left

My only protection is the white painted line on the roadway

I wear bright colored clothing to make myself visible

My bike has strobe flashing lights front and rear

I worry that drivers may be distracted and veer into the bike lane

Its not just the Miami skyline that might distract them

To my right there is a pedestrian walkway full of joggers

Mostly supermodels in skimpy outfits plodding up the bridge

I tried hard to keep my eyes firmly on the road ahead

I sped down the descent at an exhilarating 35mph

Thankfully all the cars stayed in the roadway

After a fast ride towards the village, I looped back

Onto the safety of Virginia Key

No cars on this uninhabited section

Just bikers enjoying the sunshine and cool December air

A large truck passed me hauling a smelly cargo

Heading towards the sewage treatment works

I reached the rest stop at the beach

Unfortunately no model photoshoots were in progress today

The beach was deserted apart from the yawning beach patrol guys

Although devoid of any wild human activity around the beach

There was plenty of of natural wildlife to see

Its amazing how close you can get to animals on a quiet bike

Raccoons were out playing in the roadway

Scurrying away when they spotted me approaching

The massive iguanas stood their ground as I got close

Miniature dinosaurs claiming the roadway for warmth after a cool night

A flock of white ibis were running along the side of the road

Pecking the grass in search of sustenance

They totally ignored me as I pedaled by

One more loop of the key and I turned for home

The Peacocks were still wandering around Tigertail

Watching the construction of new large contemporary homes

Which are progressively taking over the old neighborhoods

More expensive cars for the peacocks to dance on

I sped round the surprising empty roundabout on SW27th

Soon I was back home and taking a shower

I reflected on the 30 mile ride

Even when riding solo you are never alone

Keep it simple

Early to bed

Full nights sleep

Wake up refreshed

Healthy breakfast

Drive to sports bar

Meet friends

Watch Liverpool FC game

Sing songs

Drink alcohol free beer

Celebrate goal

Talk at half time

Staying optimistic

Getting nervous

Only one goal so far

Second goal comes

Go crazy celebrating

Game ends

More singing

Group photos

Send texts to family

Send texts to everybody I know

Drink more alcohol free beer

Sing more

Lose voice

Drive home

Long nap

Watch recording of game

Send more texts

Gloating and boasting

Prepare dinner

Watch more LFC video clips

Eat dinner

Read reports from LFC game

Early bed

Dream about LFC

Dream about playing

Dream about scoring winner

Dream on

Ambushed by a turkey (twice)

Thanksgiving 

Massive

Spread

Turkey

Potatoes

Beans

Stuffing

Gravy

Pies

Pies

Pies

Fell 

Asleep

Food

Coma

Woke

Up

Next

Day

Sore

Head

Full 

Belly

Starting

Diet

Today

Open

Refridgerator

Leftovers

One

Bite

Fill 

Plate

Microwave

Hot

Meal

Belly

Bursting

Damage

Done

Diet

Tomorrow

Or

Later

Maybe 

After 

Christmas

Terrific tapas tales

Dinner reservation for five

A close family affair

The menu was extensive

Crafty cocktails and clinking glasses

While browsing the options

Tapas was the obvious choice 

Everybody got to choose a dish

Plates circulated for sharing

We broke brotherly bread together

Ogled at the oily olives

Family style friendly fun feasting frenzy

Wine lubricated the conversation

Small plates came in waves

Anchovies delicately drowned in olive oil

An octopus danced in a secret sauce

Creamy cod cased in crunchy croquetas 

Aromatic artichoke artistically arranged

Pomegranates permeated the precious salad

Giant shrimp swam in garlic infested oily seas

Fried potatoes played hide and seek beneath a spicy rich sauce

Then a welcome pause

Digestion and delightful conversation ensued

Time passed slowly

Finally the desserts arrived

Cheese cake and a chocolate gateau competed gracefully

We each took a tasty morsel from both plates

The contest was truly a tasteful tie

Three hours had passed in a gastronomic flash

Family bonds became tighter than our waistbands 

Taking tapas home in our treasured memory banks

taming the nocturnal beast

Many a dark evening

Gathering outside with friends

Around a fire pit

Adult beverages flowing

Somebody claims control

To feed and poke the fire

Sending sparks into the air

Amid the billowing smoke

The flames are mesmerizing

Everybody chips in

With ideas when to feed the beast

The fire takes center stage

As we all debate the plot

In this open air theatre

Chairs in a circle

Crafty folk arrive early

Claiming the upwind places

Hoping to avoid the smoke

But the fire is boss

Commanding the breeze

It changes at his will

Sending sooty hot gases everywhere

Nobody escapes the fumes

We all go home reeking of soot

This days are no more

For now we have a gas fire pit

No need to gather piles of wood

No more lighting ritual

No more fire master battles

It lights with a button

The flames burn bright and hot

Without emitting smoke

We still sit in a circle

Adult beverages flow as before

The flames are equally hypnotic

Conversation is just as intense as before

Nobody talks about the old days

But our minds drift back

To those nights of man made fires

The constant poking and meddling

As we battled to master the beast

Who has now been tamed by a gas valve

There is however one huge bonus

Its so nice to wake up the next morning

Without that smokey fragrance clinging to you

Manatees patiently waiting

Great beast of South Florida

Meandering through bays

Searching for food

You have no natural enemies

Causing no harm to others

Moving slowly like underwater grazing cows

Gracefully surfacing for air

Revealing your immense size

And your battle scarred back

Viciously hacked by passing boats

Their propellers show no mercy

Creating savage wounds sometimes fatal

But you never fight back

You hold no grudges

Against those who maim you

Mankind is unkind

Invading your habitat

Stealing your lands

Polluting your food supply

You were here long before us

You endure our bad behavior

Patiently waiting for humans to die off

You shall one day reclaim your kingdom

Without a fight

Holiday romance

She opened her suitcase

It was toppling from her terrific trip

She unpacked slowly

Savoring the stupid souvenirs

Laughing at the ludicrous laundry

Smiling at the soiled socks

Unfazed by the unpleasant underwear

Sniggering over the sweaty swimsuit

Jealous of the jumbled jacket

Purring over the pretty pants

Skittish with her somber skirts

Howling at the hilarious hats

Shocked by her sexy shoes

Drooling over her delightful dresses

Scowling at her sensual slinky suits

Tinkering with her tedious toiletries

Manic about her many medications

Alarmed by the audacious alcoholic beverages

Then she found a note

His name and phone number

Drunken memories flashed by

He must have dropped it in her suitcase

Before his walk of shame back home last night

She picked up the note and paused

Terrified to toss it into the trash

She stashed it in a safe place

Considering cold calling 

Try a timid text tomorrow

Was he really that good looking

Were his feelings solid and sincere

Would he even remember her

She sent a short sharp text

He answered immediately

Please come back soon for more loving

She started to repack the suitcase

I miss you

I miss the times when you were with me

We laughed and played so often

There was no room for fear in my life

Mr. Loneliness was shut outside in the cold

I miss the sound of your sweet voice

It brought a smile to my face

Sadness bounced off that smile

Nothing could take my smile away

I miss the way you looked at me

Your eyes spoke volumes of love

I never saw bad things in your gaze

I resisted blinking to savor those moments

I miss your whispered stories

Tales of adventure and discovery

I clung onto every word

Other voices fell silent on my deaf ears

I miss your gentle touch

Holding my hand firm but lovingly

It was always warm and comforting 

The touch from others was always ice cold

I miss watching you sleeping

Listening to your breath

Waiting for your wakening smile

That guaranteed good morning kiss

Those times when we were apart

Were filled with anticipation

My emotions were frozen

I put my life on pause until your return

And one day you never came back

My frozen emotions melted by hot tears

Fear and sadness rushed into my empty life

I am too weak to evict them from my soul

My eyes are tired from searching for you

My ears weary from listening for you

My hand is numb waiting for your touch

I miss you