Bikes are funny. There's a weird alchemy of human being and machine. An intimacy of involvement that's very unique among modes of transportation. They're a tool, a vehicle with all the mechanical complexity that entails. But they're a vehicle with a human motor. A biological, beating heart, if you will. There's a lot of romance in the combination. You become part of the machine as much as the machine is an extension of you.
That intimacy, that lack of remove inherent in most other machines, is key to the pleasure of riding. It's not just the sum of the parts, but what those parts can let us do. That's where there's poetry.
I made this comic as part of a photo-a-day challenge I'm participating in this month. The tire is off my kids bike, the drawings from my pocket sketchbook. I don't have a bicycle anymore. I wish I did.
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