For cyclists, utopia is unevenly distributed.

From headlong hedonism to commodified virtue.

Plying the atmosphere on wings and a chain.

Riding the paranoid open-source-pattern-recognition-cycle.

A memento mori rides a pennyfarthing.

Jackie Chan + bicycle = HiLo hijinks

Fairy Splendor is furniture transfigured.

Who climbs with toil, wheresoe’er,/ Shall find wings waiting there.

His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle…

Jacques Tati’s dipping, ringing bicycle outruns the reactionary politics of his time.

Hearing the clack of the gate she stood in suspense. It was…

Some say he fired off a revolver to warn pedestrians.