More bicycle poetry

Twenty three millimeters
One two five PSI
A pain to put on
But pure joy to ride
The cold rain does sting
My hands start to burn
Seems no effort needed
to make the wheels turn
Each bump I can feel
But friction, good bye
Twenty three millimeters
One two five PSI

I recently replaced the rear tire on my Trek 700 with the smaller, higher pressure "racing" tire. The effect is poetry in motion.