Thursday, January 21, 2010

A Bedtime Story for Bicycles

Once upon a time there was a Bicycle who believed the road could be shared: cars and bikes together.

The Car didn't think. The Car was bigger and louder and faster. It didn't have to think.

And the people fell in love with the Car. It was so shiny.

The people so adored the shiny Car that soon Bicycle was left behind, squeezed to the side.  "Oh, that's just for children," said the people. 

Meanwhile the people began to worship the strange idols of the Car . . .

. . . and to believe that what the Car told them was true.

Soon the Car had conquered mountains and marshes and all levels of government. Car believed it had it made.

In the shade.

And the Car smiled.

But something was missing. The Car looked around - something was certainly missing - was it time to adopt a pet?

Still the Car felt unsettled.

Sometimes the Car would suddenly burst into tears for no reason.

The Car could not shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Car began to worry that there was a plot afoot . . .

. . . (or even awheel) to jostle Car from its place of pre-eminence.

Car's sleep began to fill with bad dreams of a world where cars were left undriven and the briars grew up over them until they disappeared . . .

. . . and all their places of resort were abandoned and fell into ruins.

"Why can't we just live as brothers?" demanded the Car of the Bicycle one day as the latter went spinning past.

"We'll have to see about that," said Bicycle. On its way up to the top of the hill.


Tiffany said...

Oh my goodness! I love the story and the pictures so much. Thanks for posting this beautiful little story.

Emma J said...

Tiffany, you are a sweetheart. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

B said...

Hands down, the best one yet.

Emma J said...

Hey B! Good to hear from you!

Melissa said...

I love it! And the pictures so aptly illustrate the storyline. I especially love the shot accompanying the text: ". . . (or even awheel) to jostle Car from its place of pre-eminence." It indeed looks as if the bicycle is skulkily peering around the corner, planning something sinister against the unsuspecting Car. So clever!

suzanne said...

Cool cars!!! But bikes rule, of course. Of course. The photo you asked about was taken from the middle of a iron smelting chamber under a huge smokestack, looking straight up. in an old ironworks in Blaenaven, Wales. may not have spelled that correctly.

Emma J said...

Melissa - Definitely skulking. That was actually the first picture, the one that sent me looking through town for . . . the rest of the story.

Suzanne - of course! But I do love the cool old cars, too. Smokestack? I can see that. There is in a dungeon in southern Belgium just above the pit of an oubliette a similar last and unreachable glimpse of sky.

m e l i g r o s a said...

this is a lovely post. nice pics and I love your sense of humor. you know u got me with that bike picture outside the espresso bar, thats what im talking about ;-)
cheers xo.m

Emma J said...

Thanks, meligrosa, for all the kind words.

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