My bike is an appliance. And on it I have a reliance. I go out on it in defiance, of weather to visit clients. Attached to it? No polluting internal combusted science.
The poetics end there. But my bike is a big part of me. Recently I wrote that I had gone to Switzerland to review my attachment to the work of Paul Klee and a number of astute readers, awake to the climate decline, suggested I could have gone by train.
I stand corrected. No excuse. Planes are arseholes to the environment. And we should not be taking them.
But my bike: no polluting
