Stationary Menace

Stationary bike, you sit there. You offer fitness, sure, but you don't offer it in a "fun" way like the road. No, yours is a silent malevolence. From your corner of the home, passively, you taunt.

You taunt with a web of misery, spun with coldness, darkness, ridiculous heating bills, and worst of all- the silly season.

You will get your 500 miles this winter. But, the Opening Day parade will come again, and a butterfly will spread it's wings and fly (ride). On that glorious occasion you will be forgotten, without an iota of guilt.

Until then, disdain and contempt are yours.