Fresh, Free and a Bit Frantic: Find Out More About My Bike Compulsion
Athlete, me? Not at all. Since removing security wheels for the first ride, my cycling skills didn’t develop much – as I state in my short bio: Bike as a child and drink coffee as a Pro. Anyway, this lack of “maturity” has never refrained my passion for bicycles. Maybe it could even justify it… What better then a non-trauma to fuel a healthy addiction?
In fact, I’m just playing with this thoughts to drop the term Bikephilia. But it ain’t no complex thing. Only takes a brief experience to get the euphoria of being breeze-kissed, balancing in movement and finding freedom en route to any direction you wish.. There’s also that involuntary smile all the way. Zero desire to cease the journey. And a kind of bliss, that always returns when I see a pair of slim wheels or have the opportunity to snap a cool photo of them.
In Brazil, we have a cute nickname for bicycle, Magrela, that can be translated as Slim. It resonates with such elegant design that makes people and places look instantly more stylish – at least from my passionate point of view! This also allows me to persist with the fancy wording, claiming the bike is the ludic element in the images.
Now, seriously. These are examples of how the ordinary become extraordinary, depending on the way you envision it. Whether a bike is nonchalantly parked in front of a luxury store in Sweden or embellishing an arid construction area in Sri Lanka. Whether one outfit is really unique or it’s the unique context that makes it seem edgier. Or if I choose to name it Bikemania, Bike Magia or Bikephilia, although it wouldn’t affect my great love for bikes.
And since I am already showcasing a lack of skills that makes me happy, I must confess a bizarre bike ritual: singing in the ride. Picture myself on a public bicycle playing with the amazing acoustics in the streets of Liubliana…. shamelessly enduring outdoor karaoke and feeling like I could revive Freddie Mercury. Don’t stop me noooow!
Performing my own musical scenes all over Slovenia, I collected other fun adventures involving Magrelas: an electric bike ride through the country’s lovely vineyards, an afternoon encouraging a friend’s first attempt biking to our Workspace and the night I returned from there so distracted (singing, perhaps) that I ended up in front of a road sign pointing out Austria. The next morning, same friend text me: “Why did you come back so late? Steamy sessions with a local guy.?”. No. I only sweated riding the bike!
Here, in Southeast Asia, scooters are called bikes and bicycles are losing more and more space on the narrow streets .. This makes traffic too dangerous, increases air pollution and can even reduce my skill levels. That’s why I’m not riding a bicycle lately. But I keep reminding those “ludic” moments and compulsively shooting my object of desire. So follow me on Instagram to see more pictures like these! And if you’d like to be inspired by other stories of bikes in the world, I recommend the book Bicycle Diaries by David Byrne.
EDIT: A couple of weeks after writing this post, I surrendered and got myself a MTB. Let’s add here some small accidents and mentions in Sri Lankan and Brazilian media, now I am feeling almost like a Junior Pro!
Photo Credir: Apart from the last image (promotional material from the movie Eat, Pray, Love), all photos were taken by me. Isn’t it a compulsion?