NAME: Telegram Sam

LOCATION: St. Louis, MO

OCCUPATION: Unemployed musician, poet, artist and writer

Where do you live and what’s it like riding in your city?

I live in St. Louis. In St. Louis, you can always stop off at a place and hang out with friends or kick back at the park and take a break. Riding for almost three hours goes by a lot faster most of the time. but not too fast if that makes sense. Also, there is this great mix of bikers in St. Louis. There are a few shops here that support all the roadies. Then there are a few co-op style bike shops that refurbish old bikes for cheap. Then you have all the great people that will ride with you all day and then go drinking before a crazy ride home.

What was your favorite city to ride in, and why?

I told a friend that if I were to write one of these, I would put that St. Louis, MO is probably my favorite city to ride in. However, I think that I would actually prefer to ride in Denver because of all the great people there. All the great folks at Track Shack and Mile High Mess. are simply wonderful examples of fellow bikers. Once, I went to the twin cities in Minnesota. I didn’t ride there, but man they have the fever and should probably be hospitalized with it. They are probably the city that I would travel to ride at.

Why do you love riding in the city?

I love riding in the city because it makes me feel important. I’ll be honest. It’s nice to know the city and the pavement and to love it. I really enjoy waving at other riders and making cars get over.

Poetry anyone?

There was once a time when I rode my bike for six hours in one day.

non-stop.

Pedalling into infinity.

With nowhere in particular to go.

No destination and loving every minute.

Not a single time spent lost, though not having any agenda pressing.

The gripping feel of the sun on my body a mile high with sound and complete nothingness.

Spirituality is coarsing through my body.

I had a backpack on with sunglasses and my yellow shirt/white and red shirt combo.

Shoos and shorts. All was well for just over seventy-five dollars.

Drinking water from the nice lady with leasing information.

“We have water in the hallway.”

I only came in to cool off and seasonally decide whether I should live or continue moving.

Constant movement is the way of life.

Never stopping. Only sleeping.

Always moving with no passing time. Only movement.

I have a great deal of body. I have a great deal of spirit. I have an impressive arsenal. I am not going to die. I am not going to live.

I have a white substance on my forehead.

It is salt.

From my body.

Sweat has been cooling me off for the duration and leaving salt for the evidence.

Drink.

Replace the confusion with clarity.

I can see through my head.

I don’t look up, only watch the road pass beneath my feet and my bike and the earth above with my soul floating in the absence of time.

I love my new family and my place in life.

The energy flows in. Always a cycle. Of energy, I do not know.

I do know of the action and the potential and the life. I have discovered. This is not mine.