I drive the car slow as I can on cruise control.
Not much faster than I ride the bike, I wait for the full light.
Keeping the revs at two thousand and below.
Of course I wish I were riding behind, me, on a fast steady bike.
Drafting I find is quite useful behind trucks to save gas
But only on highways with wide open lanes and going fast.
This morning I let everyone past me, driving my pace of steady
The lights come strong then go by with a flash of green.
The pressure to make time I dare not avoid the clock at work
It waits for the punch of the number that is me. With a car I
Worry of traffic slowing and making me late. It’s much better to be
The controller of my own fate, and I like the bike much better for that.