Paris on Wheels

Workers and girls
were riding to their
factories,
giving
their eyes
to summer,
their heads to the sky,
sitting on the
hard
beetle backs
of the whirling
bicycles
that whirred
as they rode by
bridges, rosebushes, brambles
and midday.

-From Ode to a Bicycle by Pablo Neruda

What is your favourite bicycle-memory?

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