About a year ago, I wrote about the "pretzels" that can be found along the streets of New York. They're not sold from hot dog carts or in delis. Instead, they're the twisted wheels--and, sometimes, bikes--one finds parked along the Big Apple's byways.
Then there are those bikes that, even if they don't become twisted wrecks, are relegated to lives of rust and misery. I'm referring to the bikes that are abandoned, or that seem to have been.
I always find myself wondering how they got that way. Did their owners lose their keys or forget the combinations to their locks? Did some sudden emergency take them away from New York, never to return? Perhaps they witnessed some terrible crime and had to enter the Witness Protection Program.
Or, could it be that they simply forgot they owned their bicycles? I don't understand how one can do that, but I also understand it's a possibility.
Anyway, I've found out I'm not the only one who's pondered such questions. None other than Joe Schumacher, a photographer, has had similar thoughts, which led to a series of photos on a website.
Then there are those bikes that, even if they don't become twisted wrecks, are relegated to lives of rust and misery. I'm referring to the bikes that are abandoned, or that seem to have been.
I always find myself wondering how they got that way. Did their owners lose their keys or forget the combinations to their locks? Did some sudden emergency take them away from New York, never to return? Perhaps they witnessed some terrible crime and had to enter the Witness Protection Program.
Or, could it be that they simply forgot they owned their bicycles? I don't understand how one can do that, but I also understand it's a possibility.
Anyway, I've found out I'm not the only one who's pondered such questions. None other than Joe Schumacher, a photographer, has had similar thoughts, which led to a series of photos on a website.
Very sad I wish I could save them all.
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