By: Joshua Glenn
Now I’m a believer.
By: Matthew Battles
For cyclists, utopia is unevenly distributed.
From headlong hedonism to commodified virtue.
Plying the atmosphere on wings and a chain.
Riding the paranoid open-source-pattern-recognition-cycle.
A memento mori rides a pennyfarthing.
Jackie Chan + bicycle = HiLo hijinks
Fairy Splendor is furniture transfigured.
Who climbs with toil, wheresoe’er,/ Shall find wings waiting there.
His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle…
Jacques Tati’s dipping, ringing bicycle outruns the reactionary politics of his time.
Hearing the clack of the gate she stood in suspense. It was a bright grey day. Paul came into the yard with his bicycle, which glittered as he walked. Usually he rang his bell and […]
Some say he fired off a revolver to warn pedestrians.