Design Museum - Cycle Revolution
I don’t really have anything particularly interesting or profound to share as it relates to the exhibit pictured above and below - it was an incredible display from which I learned a lot, but I feel that a recap would mean little to a reader. I’d rather share a bit about myself and my emotional response to the exhibit instead.
I’ve always loved bikes. And for many different reasons. I appreciate them as works of art, as mechanical objects, as a means to move and explore. But most of all, they hold lots of memories for me. When I was little, dad and I would throw the bikes in the back of the truck, we’d drive into town and ride around the local college (my now alma mater). We’d bring them to the park or downtown, we’d ride them thru neighborhoods all over. As I got older (as it does for many kids), it became both a pastime with friends as well as my primary means of transportation. I rode my bike everywhere, and I wish I could say the same for today - riding my bike has become a luxury (one I make sure to occasionaly afford).
Just before this trip, a dear friend of mine passed away. We had many times ridden the streets of Lafayette together on our bikes, exploring parts of the city we hadn’t yet seen - biking back and forth between our houses. Following his passing, his parents offered to me his bike, the bike I now ride. For me, riding his bike is something incredibly special - it allows us to still explore the roads together, the parts of cities we haven’t yet seen.
