It was a cold stormy night my burdens were anything but light. I thought the new hobby would fit in but it seemed to toss me as the wind. I couldn't figure out why but I needed to tell this hobby goodbye. Now you're probably finding yourself asking what this hobby is. It's mountain biking from the ridge. I picked it up just for fun but found myself out in the sun. It was so hot and not for me I craved the cool wind from my AC. That stormy night when I kissed it goodbye felt so good. That was a lie. I missed it every hour I knew bike riding gave me power. One night I had a dream it was me, my bike, and a ravine. I tore it up and down this caused me to wake up in a frown. Why had I given up my newfound hobby this was the cause for my sobbing.