A Lost Ride

The winds blow high,

And sweep our bleak, deserted stations dry.

An ancient ritual has begun,

A forbidden taboo not to be sung,

For upon a moonlit plain there lies,

A lone cycle, as I raise a bitter cry.

Twice now, as I have gazed,

My cycle, leaving me utterly fazed,

Has left be behind, and yet again,

I have to question what is preordained.

A year past, this had happened once,

A feeble lock, weak to the pounce,

Gave way to the Lurker, waiting in the shadows,

Dragged off to Neverland, I let loose my arrows.

Upon borrowed cycle, I queried the streets,

High and low, finally in bitter defeat.

But lo! For there it was!

Outside sinister Tapti. An early  gift from Clause.

Now a rerun, I tire of this, whereupon,

Yet again have I run the marathon.

Now I give, for history does not repeat,

Again will I find it? My luck is deplete.

So I turn to you now, help me out here a little?

Keep your eyes open, and answer my riddle -

For what Red has two wheels, a rusted bell,

An Axn Dx, with "Turbodrive" pommell?

Branded upon it side, my name,

Anoop V, in faded letters of fame,

A number to further open the door:

NA09B004.

Find it you must, my legs plead,

For a kilometre they cannot, so godspeed,

Treats in plenty I will put,

So get out there, the race is afoot!