Riding a fixed gear through city streets might be one of the most significant yet underutilized and under appreciated human experiences available to us.
Out of all the ways we move through the world, nothing quite matches the chemical clarity it brings. It’s not just speed - it’s presence. Survival becomes the game, and the engine you build within yourself is the reward.
You start to wonder - have you ever really touched your limits? Or just circled around them?
There’s something sacred in the challenge. In the discipline. In the quiet decision to return to the bike again and again until it’s no longer something you do, but something you are. Identity dissolves into motion. Pedal becomes breath.
And then there’s the circles…
The bicycle wheel is a repetition of form: circles within circles, motion within motion. Spherical bearings turning within the hub, driving the larger circle of the rim, powered by human legs tracing circular loops, over and over.
Circles within the circles, motion within motions. The fractal nature of the universe reveals itself.
Because everything moves like this.
Sun. Moon. Earth. The Seasons.
Tides ebb and flow. The wind and rain dance as our planet spins in circles to the tune of the one true song.
An orchestra of cycles, all humming in rhythm.
And somehow, for a moment,
you get to ride inside it. 🚲
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