Although I have two beautiful bikes of my own, I confess that I do like to look at other bikes. When I’m out with Maggie I look at every bike that goes past. If they happen to have a woman sitting on them, Maggie tends to say things like “Get your eyes back in your head”. She assumes I am looking at the woman, but in fact, they are (almost) invisible to me. For me it’s all about the bike.
I already HAVE a beautiful wife (somewhere in my wicked, miserable past, I must have done something good) , and she’s more than enough for me. But I don’t have every bike I’d like to own, and I don’t have the ability to use my bikes as creatively as some people I see.
I really admire people who make their bikes do extraordinary things. Like the owner of this bike, spotted at the New Westminster sky train station, outside Tim Horton’s.
I don’t know if this was someone moving, or if this was in fact someone’s moving home. Either way, he or she has my respect.
