A tribute to Chicago's fixie boys

Fixie boys in the springtime, see you 'round the 606

Springtime has arrived when you see the fixie boys. They ride recklessly. They descend onto streets like a surging wave.

Light bodies on lighter bike frames. Pointy elbows, skinny legs, shaggy hair. Their eyes remain fixed ahead towards a point only they know where.

They are near weightless. Tires barely skimming pavement.

They are kindred to budding blossoms and new birdsong. Life coming into fullness of form.

I wish to be them for a moment. To burst with unhindered vitality. To tirelessly pedal with unwavering purpose and intent.

They pedal standing up and I mimic them when I ride my own fixie bike.

I untether myself from the earth. I glide down verdant, tree-lined streets. My gaze towards what is unseen.

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