“Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.”

Mark Twain

These are the words of Mark Twain in his essay “Taming the Bicycle” from 1917. A quite cute and descriptive essay on “the art of bicycling”. (Yes, because it’s an art, you see.) Of course the bicycle looked different, and the main obstacles in the early 1900’s were probably somewhat different from those of today… but dogs, people and wagons (read: cars) are still here…




2 Responses to “Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.”

  1. nicola says:

    “….what is better then reading Vergil?
    This! this expanding moment which has not defined itself in ticks or beats, this eternal moment which destroys all values, degrees, differences. […]
    The approach to the bridge is paved with cobblestones. I ride so slowly that each cobble sends a separate message to my spinal column and on up throught the vertebrae to the crazy cage in which the medulla oblongata flashes its semaphores. And as I cross the bridge at Servès, looking to the right of me and left, crossing every bridge, whether it be over the Seine, the Marne, the Ourq, the Aude, the Loire, the Lot, the River Shnnon or the Liffey, the East river or the Hudson, the Missisippi, the Colorado, the Amazon, the Orinoco, the Jordan, the Tigris, the Iriwaddy, crossing any and every bridge and I have crossed them all, including the Nile, the Danube, the Volga, the Euphrates, crossing the bridge at Sèvres, before me Boulogne, but this that passes under me, this Seine that started up somewhere in a myriad simultaneous trickles, this still jet rushing on from out of a million, billion roots, this still mirror bearing the clouds along and stifling the past, rushing on and on and onwhile between the mirror and the clouds moving transversally I, a complete corporate entity, a universe bringing countless centuries to a conclusion, I and this that passes beneath meand this that floats above me and all that surges throught me, I and this, I and that joined up in one continuous movement, this Seine and every Seine that is spanned by a bridge is the miracle of a man crossing it on a bycicle.
    This is better than reading vergil…”

    Henry Miller, Black spring

    • tuvs says:

      Ah, very nice, Nicola! It is definitely better than reading a lot of things…
      It’s like floating, almost an indescribable feeling, I’d say. :)

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