I like this bike; it’s not mine (maybe it’s yours), but it embodies its own story. Parked and locked behind an office building it whispers that it’s someone’s commute, that it sees regular trips to the grocery store and market, that while it is often left alone it is never lonely, knowing full well that the rider is close, coming back. Ready to roll. I love the colour and that, while the cranks are a bit rusty, the paint job is clean – she’s a bike that is stored inside when not here or maybe outside the record store/coffee shop/flower store on a Saturday morning. The rider never calls it a single speed, but prefers ‘Step through’. They watch good rom coms and have cool friends. Maybe they ride it wearing a skirt, or khakies and a suit jacket. Yeah, this bike is all chique.