Why Im a Tree Hugger...

They have been looking for this beauty for some time. Those non-assuming urban gas drilling billboard's taunt me for her secret location. However, I ride silently to her without even the ticking of a Free-wheel to blow my cover. The trail is overgrown and stays veiled to all forms of authority. Poised within the urban green space, she has become autonomous and secretive in her organic mystery. She stands dormant in her seasonal rest, but soon change will bloom. Rejoice all is ours!