After a few kilometres, I start to stare at the handlebars. Right then, they strike me as a work of art.

I am accustomed to these moments of wonder that pierce the everyday, a result perhaps of the day’s intense heat and exertion.

I imagine their shape separate from the bike, like a flawless sculpture. A continuous line whose curves are fashioned from beauty and sweat.

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January 27, 2020 — Le Braquet Cycling Club

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