Tuesday, June 25, 2019

I rode my bike for utility this morning: Dropping off a vehicle at the shop and pedaling the dozen miles or so home. I’m years out of this habit, by now. I work from home and find some plausible rationale to ride more than half a mile maybe once every couple of months.

It brought me back to thoughts I used to have constantly: Speed is a kind of abstraction over distance. Rolling wheels are a kind of abstraction over surfaces and spaces not really accessible by foot or rarely traversed at less than 35mph by car. The landscape and the culture built on top of it are so much different at every speed.

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