albertine

dear very stylish biker boy that I meet every day on my way to work.
Although i have never seen your face, I'd like to tell you that I loved the elengant way you fly across traffic, and I loved riding behind you as you opened the way trough the cars.
I loved your posture, one thing with your awesome old italian road bike, and the chain-greese dirt on your calf.
It' d be easy to say I love you, instead I'd just like to thank you, for the small intimacy of our bike gang one random day in our lives.