Words & Photos by Alex Hansen - wegetweird.tumblr.com
Eventually, they fail us. All become less beautiful in the eye of the beholder. What was once a prestigious powder coated stallion turns to a chipped dented, city worn steed. But its not the destination, its the journey that we remember. these fossils of bikes that once ruled the road are a reminder of the inexorable decline of all that is made of matter. There are streets to be favored and streets to be avoided, but regardless, a bike follows its rider blindly into combat, no questions asked. This is a tribute to the fallen. Ride till the wheels fall off literally.
Left: A lonely bike fossil sits atop a construction site in the Newton Creek area of Brooklyn, NY.
Below: Embedded naturally from Brooklyn’s rapid pace, a pedal becomes a part of the street.