photo: Alec
In the back of the garage
Alec Stephani - Published in Vélomag magazine, winter 2010-2011
- Are you there long? Said a city bike forgotten at the bottom of a garage.
- Were you sleeping or what? I was fucked like an old discarded after the first snow.
- Taking yourself lucky. Me he is rusting out for years before he found this garage.
- It's been how many years you stagnate there? He did use you more?
- No. Because he sees me more. When I was young, I was getting into his apartment, away from the weather. I was beautiful and seductive. He took care of me. He washed me. I oiled. He respected me. But when she entered his life, he made me spend the winter on the balcony. And spring, I squeaked every side of every stripe.
- Did he not oiled?
- No, sir. We went from fine oil to the big fat. But you know when it begins, however much grease, the damage is done. So the more I "sang" it took me less. And one day, a youngster like you took my place.
- A youngster?
- You're not the first urban bike "performance" he had. Ok, I understand that ride with me, even in form, it's not worth an indexed system.
- Do not lose hope! You know, I see more and more who are tinkering with, or even downright restore. It's fashionable.
- What, you think I could still be fashionable?
- Hum ... with a few pounds lighter ...!
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