Fresh, Free and a Bit Frantic: Find Out More About My Bike Compulsion
Athlete, me? Not at all. My cycling skills didn’t develop much since that first ride without security wheels… As stated in my short bio, I Bike as a child and drink coffee as a Pro. Anyway, this lack of “maturity” has never refrained my passion for bicycles. – and maybe this even justifies it. What better then a non-trauma to fuel a healthy addiction?
In fact, I’m just playing with these 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. A peculiar 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.
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!
Whilst 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 pal’s first bike commuting 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. Next morning, same friend texts me, – literally – ‘Why did you come back so late? Steamy sessions with a local guy?’
No. I only sweated riding the bike!
Here, in Southeast Asia, the scooters are called bikes and good old bicycles are losing more and more space on the narrow streets. Traffic becomes increasingly dangerous, as well as the air pollution, and turns my poor skills into a hazard. 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 Credit: Apart from the last image (promotional material from the movie Eat, Pray, Love), all photos were taken by me. Isn’t it a compulsion?