DAY 2
No respect. This bike might as well be invisible. This was tough to see. I had to remind myself that, as a documentarian, it wasn’t my place to step in and lend a hand. Surprisingly the tires remain relatively clean and the paint color still manages to exude enthusiasm. It’s a triumph of spirit really. What happened to the seat though?
Also of note, a gentleman walked out of the doorway directly behind the bike as I was taking this photo. He looked as though he had probably been toiling away in dark places with his hands for many years. He shot me a perplexed look that seemed to say, “Get a job you dandy”. It’s probably the same look my Grandpa would give me. I asked him if I could take his photo but he simply scowled and wagged his finger in my face. I turned and continued on my way to work.
