The thing about coincidences is that they do tend to happen, if only by coincidence. Take my daughter’s bike for example; as somebody did the other day.
In the great pantheon of stealing, bike theft comes in at a very low ranking.
If Aristotle was to pronounce upon it, he would state that bikes in themselves cannot be seen as tragic. Bikes are not high status and therefore do not deserve to be invested with tragic qualities. The theft of a bike is the taking of a shell from the seashore.
Shakespeare, on the other hand, may have been a secret cyclist, if they had had them in his day. He could have written a play about Lance Armstrong’s Tour de France wins and his tragic flaw. A working title could have been, Measure for Measure in Plastic Bags. Other great writers may have also wanted to add to the genre with EM Forster and his Froome With A View, Alan Silitoe and Saturday Night and Sunday Morning Ride, and Robert Pirsig’s, Men and The Art of Road Bike Maintenance. How the world would have spun on its axle.
And this is where coincidence rears its expected head. As well as being a coincidence that these great writers of our shared cultural past did not write one word on the travails of turning the wheels (or having them stolen), it was a coincidence that on the morning of the bike theft that my wife and I deleted photographs of the bike in question from my iPhone. They had been there in order to sell it. It didn’t sell, but we don’t have to worry about that now – do we?
One last addition to the growing list of Tour de Force literature could well have been Lord of the Big Ring by a bloke called Tolkien.
Another spoke in the cycle of life.
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One would think that life was tyring.
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Don’t take on that deflated air…
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No, I think that I have an inflated opinion of myself.
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I’d tread warily, some might try to puncture that opinion. Do you wanna be saddled with that?
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‘I was framed!’ your honour.
‘Don’t try to peddle that shit in my court.’
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