|Fabulous metal sculture in Spokane, WA|
I don't know where he went. He was definitely at the end of his road. You can see that. I suppose the rider of this contraption just evaporated into hopelessness.
If you've been on a long bike ride, you may have had moments when your bike felt like this--weighing two tons, melting front tire and wheel, a tractor seat and a locked up chain. Despair is written all over this poor bicycle. Recording those emotions was the most unusual of Things I get to do today that time I was in Spokane. My cousin, Harold, was with me. He hopped on the bike for a quick ride. Turns out it is heavier than it looks.