Fahrradsozialismus

The chief advantage that would result from the establishment of cycle socialism, is, undoubtedly, the fact that it would relieve us from the sordid necessity of having to acquire new shoes not because they no longer commensurate aesthetically with one’s buttonholes, but from the utter indecorum of physical deterioration, as any dedicated ambulist can recount with considerable abhorrence.

One simply cannot overstate the vulgarity that is the predilection towards the motor car as a means of conveying oneself from one triviality to the next, leaving in its wake irreversible alterations to one’s mind & the natural environment of Man. Rapidity, like all such excesses & bombastics, should only be enjoyed in moderation & with subtlety. After all, only those who are always in a hurry should have need for speed, by being as noisely and as expensively as possible in doing so. It is a great tragedy when thw world defines worth by what a man owns, what he ought to own, what is owed to him, and not by what is beautiful.

The bicycle, on the other hand, is perfectly charming both in the gracility of its physical form and in the gracefulness of its operation. A well-dressed Adonis enraptured by riding a well-tuned bicycle is the only link between Art and Nature. Ecce Homo, Ecce Birota!

Not since our arboreal days have Man been so effortless with locomotion using what was bestowed by God alone. There’s something intrinsically Greek about the epiphany where one achieve complete harmony with the divine axial gyrations caressing gently the ground upon which one traverses, the contours assuaged with nothing but perfectly spherical, lubricious metallic orbs, so very ideal, and idolised & worshipped by sages of old.

One should either be a work of art, or ride a work of art, that love unspeakable.