There was a sculptural quality to my bicycle today, I thought.
I live in western Canada and we don’t really expect to still be riding our bikes in mid November but the weather is still mild this year so I’m still out there.
You’ll notice my bike has no gears. If I flip the back wheel around I can ride it fixie but my old knees wouldn’t stand the strain, I’m afraid. Still, riding it as it is garners no small degree of admiration from the hipsters and bike couriers in my neighbourhood.
Have you ever read Henry Miller’s My Bicycle and Other Friends? It’s a lovely read if you can find it. There’s also a great photo of Miller on his bicycle which I found and am happy to share with you here.
Sometimes when I am riding my bike, I feel like I am 12 years old again, and that’s not a bad way to feel.
Thanks for reading.
eugene stickland 
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