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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