Zoomorphism

My legs turned the cranks, generating life in the bike, transforming it into a serpent alive at my feet. Agile. Compliant. Yet stiff and strong like a snake - no, a dragon, moving with confidence and purpose. With a few pedal strokes, I flew down the road feeling the life beneath me. The beauty of balance. A hard, rigid material void of life, given a soul with its design, construction, and kinetic energy. The steel serpent and I rode hard.