wireless means a longer string
The wind burns my face going faster, faster than the pace of a walk. Biking so much, autumn wind clutches my breath and arrests all talk.
Switching to helmets with speakers, speakers attuned to each other, biking alone hands-free phone home for company of chatter that matters.
It seems the ride has come full circle, circling back to bicycles for two. It might be said: phones on our heads, are still cans with a cable running through.