I Love Bikes
Fucking Swag Bike -- Østerbro, 2012 One of the things that living in Copenhagen has gifted me with, is the time to develop a relationship not only to my bike, but to biking, as well. Before moving to Copenhagen, I could count the number of times I had ridden a bike in my life. The first time I rode a bike, it was because my big brother Gerry took the time and to teach me. He's not the most patient of teachers, but his love always managed to soften the sting of the scowl that he insisted to wear, rather than appear weak and soft with love, in front of his friends. I managed to borrow a bike here and there, and biked from one corner of my block to the next. In those days, we all hung out in front of our buildings on Ocean Avenue, and most of my world consisted of Ocean Avenue between Glenwood and Faraget. There I would bike from one corner to the next, making my way from 1199 where I lived, past the pair of houses that were located between the tall buildings, past the white ...