The assassin carried a quiver full of arrows, a strip of jerky, and rode the shadow of a stolen bicycle. --Paul Fattaruso
If the bicycle squeaks, that means something is trying to kill it, however patiently. --Paul Fattaruso
Once a day, the sun shines to the bottom of the well, and with a carefully angled mirror, you can glimpse down to the decaying bicycle. Try to look directly and your head will cast an obscuring shadow. --Paul Fattaruso
Like an angel, the bicycle is born with an innate choreography, which it cannot fail to understand. --Paul Fattaruso
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All of those words are plucked from the book BiCyCLe by Paul Fattaruso. If I had time I’d retype the whole thing here for you, but that would take away from the experience of picking up the book. The smell, the feel, the taste, of words printed on real paper.
Somewhere between prose and poetry, the book is all about bikes in a way that says bikes are all about everything. Perfect for cyclists and or those with short attention spans and vivid imaginations. It even has a few illustrations. It’s right up my alley. Seriously. Literally. Sincerely. For real. Really.
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