Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Bike Shop Book Tour's Ambitions

My intention to record reading The Hammer and Cycle Messenger Service as Bike Shop Book Tour developed from Bike Shop's having been the life blood of cycling and my father a mechanic for one year. 

At Bike Works, on New York's Lower East Side, the first hour and fourteen-and-a-half minutes concludes Chapter 1. Then 2 follows Hank Greenway's stops along his goodbye to the city night ride. Pre-flight to Moscow.

But, in the non-fiction world of deliberate action, two years later's challenge was to have at least one reading before 2016's end. Querying venues, Flushing, Queens' Woody and Pete's Honky Tonk Lyceum listened. City Bicycles agreed six years earlier, so, November 1st, pre-election, Chapter 2 was finished near where the two cyclists rode en route to Times Square. Chapter 3, November 4th Nomad Cycle a cool name preceding  Post-Election's Woody and Pete's, November 11th.   

The big idea for a Woody and Pete's First Act guitarist singing This Land Is Your Land was over-dramatic. In fact, I can recall, superstar Bruce Springsteen's Management not responding to an invitation and Arlo Guthrie's neither. Dylan you can't find as everyone knows and been told. While Patti Smith has no time, of course, having politely filled in for Mr. Dylan's Nobel gesture to dynamite. 

Anyway. Good ideas are thrown out with the bathwater all the time. But through Woody and Pete's inspiration circling imagination's clouds I came down with this there's no hiding from.
 

Pardon the literary embellishment as opposed to general fashion's. Of course my gesture's not an overwhelming achievement. Antithesis of marketing success. Since gauging historical twists is hardly universal currency, I can only claim to have punched in a sharper meaning than any superficially sharpened performance. Tweaked wonks. Flipped off mentalities. Pitched another strike for need to know? Not just calibrate for the convenient over-flow of relaxed minds thoroughly dulled by enjoyment. Imagination's a terrible thing to waste and nothing's better than thinking without being a sycophant.
Charles M. Fraser

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