What beauty is to be found in a bike at rest.
Waiting patiently for owners at brunch.
Brightening up an otherwise dull-looking house.
I wonder what they talk about, as they sit for those long hours.
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A vintage style in an overly mountain-bikey town.
When bikes meet their makers
And my own trusty steed.
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