The Strange Obsession begins....
I seem to be constantly drawn to the bicycle, be it in motion carrying a rider, or unoccupied propped up alongside the road. The bicycle tempts me to capture it in all it's glory, be it old and rusty or gleaming and new, modern or antique. She stands there seductively waiting to seduce me.
I celebrate in their magnificence - a brave and humble mode of transport.
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