Throwing out a single excuse that "It's finally nice outside!
I dashed from the garage, relying on my momentum
My destination is the south, the pedals I drive into are heading toward the sea.
I don't look at a map- I don't want any destinations that seems pre-determinated!
My feet will only get stuck in someone else's rut!
This straight line that I draw with all of my heart
Continues on to a panorama that only I can see
So I'll cut on through this moment, heading for a future 0.2 seconds away!
For now, all I can do is peddle!"