Two cyclists make a race. Three of them and it’s a world championships. Race numbers pinned on your back or not, it’s in our DNA to compete. I’ve seen it with commuters in Seattle, on the bridges of Portland, and even in Amsterdam. While they don’t queue up for a sprint in AMS with their iron-age bikes, you do not want to get in their way.
Photo: Nikkatsu Corporation.
This photo captures the race on! spirit of cycling and is from the 1997 film Postman Blues by Sabu. The Japan Society is screening Sabu’s films in New York. The films are about the modern Japanese man
paralyzed by feelings of inadequacy, in thrall to cartoonish yakuza fantasies and only coming alive when he’s drunk beyond the point of memory or volition.
I’ve never seen a Sabu film, but that description is like the Single Speed cross races I did last year.…
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