Soaring On Wheels On The Way To The Golden Gate
As I speedily biked around a corner on the worn biking path, the Golden Gate bridge slowly and majestically came into my view. It was absolutely breathtaking; with a huge, red beam stretching out above the roaring waves of the glorious ocean, and monumental pillars for support. It arched elegantly, its cables reaching for the heavens. The bridge was a marvel of galvanized steel and shining cables that basked in the sun. It was a sight of absolute precision and exactness; each suspension cable perfectly distanced from its neighbor.
The exhilarating view pumped the blood in my veins and I began to pedal faster and harder as the path inclined uphill, leading to the bridge. The path immediately became smoother and less bumpy. The cold, crisp breeze whipped fervently through my hair and roared in my ears, blocking out all other noise. I pedaled past families conversing excitedly and joggers running past. I cycled past professional cyclists with their backs curved over their cycles, attempting to win the race against the fierce wind.
On either side of me were the strong and wide suspension cables of the Golden Gate Bridge. They were painted with an orange vermillion hue that gleamed under the rays of the sun. The shadows of the cables formed fuzzy puddles across the bridge. Seagulls squawked contently, flying high above us, for they were masters of the limitless blue sky. The vast sea stretched out far down beneath us, looking deceptively calm. But looking closely, one could see it's rough waves rolling and crashing into white, bubbly foam at the shore. Any apprehensions I had about the sheer height of the bridge immediately vanished, when I drank in the invigorating panorama that extended around me. I could taste the spray of salt from the sea on my lips and smell the fresh breeze delicately caressing the strands of my hair. A metallic smell entered my nostrils as I hurtled past the robust metal decking of the bridge.
The hard, plastic seat under me had molded to accommodate me as my helmet hung firm, yet slightly lopsided on my head. My head was damp, locks of my hair slick on the back of my neck. Beads of perspiration hung like crystals from my forehead, giving my skin a glossy shine. The salty droplets dripped down to my eyelashes and invaded my eyes. Each time a car in the lane next to me thundered past in a roar, the path under me shuddered slightly and I could feel the vibration in my toes. The vehicles traveled at incredible speeds, like arrows shooting past. I held the rubber grip of my handlebars tight, as a thrill of adrenaline shot through me. I flew past people snapping photographs as the chain of my cycle clinked and whirred. Gravel and small pebbles were flung from my path as my tires swiveled on the road, where I could see a fading, white sign marking the biking path. A seagull was perched on the railing of the bridge, its small head tilted curiously towards the traffic. It pruned its ruffled white feathers with its yellow beak. Upon spotting nothing edible, it flew off into the blue.
From the bridge, I could see the monoliths of concrete that we had left behind turn into just an outline. The cityscape was a jumble of shapes, like a child had cast blocks down randomly and then swept them so close together they touched. There were rectangles, domes, and mini-castles. There were spires, weather vanes, and satellite dishes. Ahead of me was a sun-bleached island where I could see a myriad of captivating country homes in an explosion of green. I pedaled eagerly towards our destination and could feel a burning sensation in my thighs from cycling all this while, but I barely noticed it. The sun's beams shined radiantly and brought a wide smile to my countenance.
Sweet air entered my dry mouth and intoxicated me with ecstasy. I panted slightly and slowed down to a leisurely pace. The bridge had a charm that no one could resist. The bridge took my breath away and captivated one and all with its grandeur. Being on the bridge felt like I was walking on air, as if I was standing on the peak, with my arms wide open as rarified air entered my nostrils. Each thrust from my foot on the pedal filled me with a feeling of greater euphoria. Every turn of my wheel left me elated and thirsty for more. It had always been my dream to soar in the sky, and here I was; living my dream.
