Bikes have feelings. As much as the
anthropo-centric dominant paradigm will deny it, they feel joy and pain as we do. Maybe more.
They hate those cold
mornings like the devil himself. But with no mouth, a bike has no way to
express their objection to the cruelty visited on them by so-called
“higher” beings.
It takes a giant empathetic heart, a
true cyclophile, to understand how a bike feels, and to knit one,
purl one until their bike is swaddled in finest cashmere.
BONUS TIP: On the road side, locked to
a loop, your bike will suffer crushing social stigma if the knitted
accessory looks too dorky. Give close consideration to whether they
have the chops to ironically rock a “nanna sweater” before
making them one.
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