Birds Go Chasing Tractors in Taiwan

The rider lugged the usual route of 25 km’s.  He made this one into 12 km’s.

The km’s cover pineapple fields, public mango trees that the public may pick from during harvest time, and a temple on top of a hill. 

With lack of exercise, the rider may walk up the hill some days, and make it up the hill on the second try other days.  

With regular exercise, the rider may walk up the hill some days, and make it up the on the second try other days. 

His bike is possibly as old as he is. This at least offers an excuse.

One wheel laid under the rider’s ass. One wheel rider laid under his hands. 

Giant Bicycle did not offer clients a method to propel the bike forward without the sweat, determination, and legs we all walk on, when this bike was made.

The legs often take the rider to work when a change in the every-day routine is needed.

The same feet that operate the gas and break on their way to Xinying Elementary School from Liuying on other mornings now have more rest from a route that doesn’t include stopping at the train station.

The farm fields, now mostly of weeds, stretch over the river that is filled with water the same color as a mud pie.

The rider could not see the beautiful stretch of mountains to the east. The sky only wanted to pop out large circles of gray.

The mountains make him proud to have lived in this place with nothing more than a Thursday night, night market that serves pork.

The pork, at the night market stall, sizzles of the plate along with the eggs and noodles. 

These mountains to the east inspired the rider to have the courage to live in this place with no more for entertainment than a Thursday night puppet show. Nobody ever watches the show.

One other person, to the rider’s knowledge, has lived in this town with the same Euro-Ethnic background as the rider.

This person once did a 7 minute comedy set in Zhongli, another place with nothing, rambling about “the gays” and said afterwards it must be a rough crowd. 

At that same show, a man named Lantern Man came on stage three times with his balls slightly hanging out of his speedo, telling people’s fortunes.

The rider’s feet often push him over the bridge from Liuying to Xinying at 7:45 a.m.The same puppy usually greets him.  It is quite nice to see this puppy because his owner cares about him. 

However, the puppy lingers dangerously close to the small highway leading into Xinying.  

The rider has also previously written about a dog owner in the same village who busted up with laughter when his dog got mauled by a car.

The back wheel stays beneath the rider’s ass, and the front wheel stays under his hands. 

The excitement lingers toward the mountain road, the reason he lives in this dump. The excitement resembles getting BINGO at church when they have already ran out of prizes.

Also, he lives here because he grew tired of the lingering smell of garbage lived in previous cities like Zhongli. 

He also didn’t like playing dodge ball with incoming traffic while living in the city just on a normal walk.

The rider’s wheels nearly popped with all the excitement on this cloudy day. NOT!!

Two men with gray hair, and rusted scooters, straddled their rides.

Beetle nut worked through their fading gum lines. They chatted about nothing.

Cats chase lasers.

The birds chased the tractor.

I don’t know why the birds chased the tractor.  

They were probably trying to eat something.

I used to chase my shadow. 

I never caught it.

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