There's a new "corner" that's beginning to get a bit trendy and it includes a neat little urban-art shop. The shop itself has an eclectic combination of things to peruse and if I knew the name (that is, remembered) I'd give you the link. Outside of the shop window there sat a bicycle. I was not certain whether it had been abandoned or not because I thought I had seen it there before in the exact same spot.
Upon closer inspection it seemed well used in the very best sense, particularly the saddle. So I took a couple of shots.
Makes me reflect a bit. I like to think I am a minimalist, someone who likes things deconstructed, simple and understandable. Yet, here I spend so much time and money in efforts to make my bicycle simpler? There's an irony there. There's no doubt that as a means of transport goes, this fellow is much 'simpler' than I (and I mean that as a compliment).
The only thing that helps me justify this attack on my self-imposed smugness is that my commute takes me 18 miles one way along a fairly major highway with no shoulders and then back again.
This 'corner-bike' would neither be functional nor safe for that.
I'm a good justifier. Heh.