I am a cycle man

At my work place, a coworker always calls me "cycle man", whenever he sees me...

The asphalt whispers, a rhythmic refrain,
As I glide along, a blur in the rain.

My legs a machine, a symphony of might,
I am a cycle man, bathed in morning light.

Two wheels good, the mantra I embrace,
A freedom found, in this windswept space.

The world unfolds, a vibrant hue,
As I pedal onward, strong and true.

Hills may rise, and winds may blow,
But onward I press, with a steady flow.

The city sleeps, as I begin my quest,
A silent warrior, putting fears to the test.

From bustling streets to quiet lanes I roam,
A solitary rider, finding peace at home.

With every turn, a new adventure waits,
Iam a cycle man, embracing life's sweet fates.