Michelin An Old reTyre

It was always a sweet ride

across the many miles

of good and bad roads

there was never a turn

that did not go somewhere

even when it could terminate

at a cul-de-sac. Who knew?

The streets, the avenues 

and circles into lanes 

and back to boulevards

throughout the cities

and towns; small villages

to metropolitan highways

and those freeways and tollways

across the world’s countries.

Dusty backroads and muddy paths

The way there is nowhere on a map?

Never ever went alone

always with three buddies

spinning along on two axis

and mini-me brother to spare

we all had great threads

because we rotate

to grip the black asphalt

or smooth out cobblestone

or nothing like cruising 

the concrete lanes and byways

to the mountains switchbacks

wow – the ziggy zags were a gas

tight turns down to the valley

and then across a covered bridge

of days of yore.

Note the height limit, driver

and how is your psi today?

Same as my first day’s ride

thirty-six on all four radials

for two hundred thousand miles

and now this old Tyre must retire

to a yard of old rubber & bad retreads.

Everyone knew me as Michelin

the reTyre At Monte Carlo-

I was the best there ever was!