Trike Tracks
There seems to be a common thread that has surfaced and resurfaced in conversation in the past few months...
a few weeks ago, I was searching through the vault on my computer, that is sucking up all its memory and slowing it to a geriatric pace... the "my pictures" folder. I stumbled upon a fun image of ceiling of the dark horse saloon. The ceiling is the most amazing thing ever. (and i say that a lot, so i'm sure you'll know that it really IS the best. :)...) it is an inverted dangling playground of carriage parts, old gas station signs, barrels, troughs, signs, and other wheely fun mechanical madness cabled to the ceiling. you could stare at it endlessly. But the bar is also a fun bar, so you find yourself alternating between loosing yourself in the exploration of the seats, signs and buckets, the good beer, the eccentric cooks, the backwards-labelled bathrooms (labelled with images, not words) the unusual crowd sharing their experience of walking into the 'wrong' bathroom, and of course, trike races.
yup. trike races. on tuesday nights.
someone commented on the photo, that I had posted as the background on my computer, and I explained quickly what the photo was, and mentioned the trike races, as i looked up at postcard of a lee friedlander photograph of a circus-ring-like-bike-circle of 4 men riding (circa 1920).
and I thought about the bikes in my life. and my plan to bike through laos. and my superhero flight off my bike (and pancake-like landing) when I bought my sugar, and my first white rim trip, and my first mountain bike, and my japan bike, and my harley bike, and my joking comment about learning to bike in my father's womb and....
I love bikes...
I love bikes, not because i'm particularly good at riding them, but because they make me smile. I like them because they come in all shapes and sizes, because they can be the most efficient machine on earth, but they can also be very inefficient if you fail to lube the chain, or if the chain ring is welded to the frame with rust. I like bikes becuase you can go anywhere in the world and people ride bikes. You can even rent them or buy them, and sometimes this is not a wise choice, but definately an adventurous one. I like that da vinci invented bikes, and if he hadn't, someone else would have. I love that other people love bikes.
a few weeks ago, I was searching through the vault on my computer, that is sucking up all its memory and slowing it to a geriatric pace... the "my pictures" folder. I stumbled upon a fun image of ceiling of the dark horse saloon. The ceiling is the most amazing thing ever. (and i say that a lot, so i'm sure you'll know that it really IS the best. :)...) it is an inverted dangling playground of carriage parts, old gas station signs, barrels, troughs, signs, and other wheely fun mechanical madness cabled to the ceiling. you could stare at it endlessly. But the bar is also a fun bar, so you find yourself alternating between loosing yourself in the exploration of the seats, signs and buckets, the good beer, the eccentric cooks, the backwards-labelled bathrooms (labelled with images, not words) the unusual crowd sharing their experience of walking into the 'wrong' bathroom, and of course, trike races.
yup. trike races. on tuesday nights.
someone commented on the photo, that I had posted as the background on my computer, and I explained quickly what the photo was, and mentioned the trike races, as i looked up at postcard of a lee friedlander photograph of a circus-ring-like-bike-circle of 4 men riding (circa 1920).
and I thought about the bikes in my life. and my plan to bike through laos. and my superhero flight off my bike (and pancake-like landing) when I bought my sugar, and my first white rim trip, and my first mountain bike, and my japan bike, and my harley bike, and my joking comment about learning to bike in my father's womb and....
I love bikes...
I love bikes, not because i'm particularly good at riding them, but because they make me smile. I like them because they come in all shapes and sizes, because they can be the most efficient machine on earth, but they can also be very inefficient if you fail to lube the chain, or if the chain ring is welded to the frame with rust. I like bikes becuase you can go anywhere in the world and people ride bikes. You can even rent them or buy them, and sometimes this is not a wise choice, but definately an adventurous one. I like that da vinci invented bikes, and if he hadn't, someone else would have. I love that other people love bikes.
posted by humble bee at 9:02 AM
1 Comments:
i have been trying to cultivate my love of bikes.
your post here has helped significantly.
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