In Praise of the Fixie
Fixed gear, you are refusal made elegant.No excess, no delegation. Nothing happens unless I turn you. You do not promise relief, only continuity. You are motion that tells the truth. With you, air is not scenery but accompaniment. It moves when I do. It presses back just enough to remind me I am still here,…
Winter Cycling: An Evocation
Winter cycling is air made visible in breath, thought externalised, the mind briefly escaping the skull as vapour before being taken back in colder, sharper, less forgiving. Each inhale is negotiated, rationed, earned. Lungs learn the season before the intellect does. Earth is no longer background. It is no longer stable. It turns granular, slick,…
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