Win A Bike
One ball bearing, no wait; One gleaming dense elfin orb, whirling after and before it’s siblings. Electrons circling the nucleus, planets circling the star, riders on the track. The riders like whirling dervishes howling inside. Seekers of love, truth and ‘The Perfect’.
It is said that there was a time when the dervishes whirled in search of answers for the Caliph of Turkey’s most unanswerable questions. Meditating and whirling until they dropped of exhaustion.
I don’t know anybody from Turkey, but I would like the chance to ride this way once again. Whirling hell bent for leather throughout the land.