Riding down the freeway, the pedaling warrior of the sunset dips in and out of traffic like it is the business of no-one they ever knew, for they are beholden to no-one and no-one can try and stop their purposeful pedal.
The traffic is slow and mostly stationary, but the pedaling warrior knows their way around as they duck and dodge, moving in between greater vehicles with their trusty iron steed with amazing grace and skill so far beyond what everyone around them could ever hope to know, for they have become one with their ride and their ride one with them, almost as if they were fused together and operating off one brilliant mind.
When the traffic moves, so do they. When it is still, they move more freely.
Soon it is time to abandon the freeway, for the path does not need to be apparent and there is little time to spare before the warrior needs to be at the destination that they have chosen. Perhaps they never chose the destination, but it was always calling out to them in ways that they never expected for it to call out, although this must have been on a somewhat subconscious level.
Once given the opportunity, the pedaling warrior abandons the road and into the field into a gradually thickening vegetation. It neither slows nor deters them as they look onward with a great intent that is not usually seen in someone’s eyes. Such is their strength of will to push on in the face of a path that cannot be easily discerned.
Soon the path begins to tilt downward, allowing the pedaling warrior to accelerate faster. They know where they are going, even though they cannot see where the path is leading. It is more direct than what some would consider necessary, but for the pedaling warrior it is the only path that they can take.
The vegetation is still thick but it is becoming easier to push through. The pedaling warrior has cuts on their skin but they do not stop. Soon the composition of the air seems to be changing, signalling that they are close to where they need to reach.
The vegetation suddenly gives way to a clear view. As the edge of the cliff approaches the pedaling warrior prepares to temporarily leave the earth.
Faster and faster they go, faster than they usually are. The wind hitting their face is pulling tears from their eyes. Still, the pedaling warrior does not falter, nor relent. The time is at hand for them and they are not prepared to stop here, for if they do, it will have been all for nought.
They leave the earth, following the downward trajectory that the incline had guided them along.
It’s not long before they seem to be falling downward, miscalculating the amount of speed they needed to carry them right over, and yet the pedaling warrior manages to get over with success, allowing them to continue on their journey.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:16:12
May be slower due to desk height, or something.
Written at UNSW.