When I worked in bike shops, customers brought in bikes with problems I couldn't have imagined.
Note: "Mudguards" are, to the British, what we Americans call "fenders."
In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
When I worked in bike shops, customers brought in bikes with problems I couldn't have imagined.
Note: "Mudguards" are, to the British, what we Americans call "fenders."
Here in the USA, the news we hear about Argentina tends to fall into two categories:
its football (soccer) team and players
the bad news.
In the latter category was, during my youth, the Peron regime. These days, it's about hyper-inflation: People spend their money as soon as they get it because it loses value faster than a dot-com stock in 2000.
What's often forgotten, though, is the country's creativity: Not for nothing has its capital, Buenos Aires, been called "the Paris of South America."
And the city's and country's artistry isn't limited to what ends up in museums or on pedestals in public squares. From what I've heard, few cities have more murals. And those displays that adorn the city's walls encompass all kinds of styles--and subjects, including bicycles and bicycling.
Mart Aire started to grace buildings and other structures with his artistry in the 1990s---when he was 12 years old. I just love the way his colors and sheer whimsicality express the flights of fancy and sheer freedom I experience when I'm spinning along a seashore, pumping up--or coasting down--a hill or zigging and zagging through city streets.
What do you see in these pictures?
You've probably had some teacher, professor or, uh, official of the law ask you that question.
Of course, in any photo, some things are incontestably true. On the other hand, other things are, if you'll indulge me a cliche, "in the eyes of the beholder."
In the polarized, hyper-politicized atmosphere that is today's America (It now seems weird to call this country the United States!), people will infer, correctly or not, your sympathies when you describe what you see.
Juxtaposing a photo of Joe Biden on his bike with that of Donald Trump disembarking from his plane is meant to show how far removed the current President is from the legal proceedings in which his predecessor finds himself. To some, however, it shows a leader who's out of touch in contrast to one who's being "persecuted" by an unjust system.
All right...I'm going to reveal my leanings --as if you haven't already figured them out! Nobody can do any job 24/7. Everyone needs physical and mental relaxation. So, I don't begrudge Joe Biden, any more than I'd begrudge anybody else, for going on a bike ride. And, as much as I hate to engage in "whataboutism," I'll say that we didn't hear a peep from same people who criticize Joe for mounting a saddle and pedaling when Trump was cheating, I mean, playing golf.