“I went down with 5 laps to go at the last race at Bethel. Was in the 3/4 race going up the hill. Guy in front slowed quickly and then veered left, I did not react quick enough and clipped his rear wheel. Went over and fell on my shoulder. Thought for sure I broke the collarbone or something. Did not go to the hospital up there. Waited for Christian to finish his P123 race. Went home, showered, ate and watched the Paris-Roubaix. Then I went to Jacobi emergency. Got home at 3 in the morning. Small fracture in the left hand and no breaks in the right shoulder.”—My friend Jorge. PRIORITIES.
“In bed, lying awake in the darkness, everything from the past and future swirls together…Once the lights have gone out my mind starts to wander to irrational places as I toss and turn in an attempt to control what I cannot…I envision the roads I will ride, the winding course, the corners, the roundabouts and the descent — the smooth tarmac will be slick. I see a crash; I see myself crashing. I suppress the thought. Gliding through the corner, I accelerate as I travel out of it, attacking my pursuers. Behind, the peloton crumbles into ones and twos as riders fight to hold the wheel in front of them”—The Conspicuous Non-Conformist - Competitive Cyclist
“To examine the communicative nature and intricate balance between realistic portrayal and emotive interpretation of action in space, my work, The Bicycle Camera, borrows the spectator’s preexisting visual impression of the road as viewed from a moving bicycle
as a basis for contrast to a manipulated film that depicts the action.”—
Soooooo, what you are telling me is that this is a camera on a bicycle. How’s my aim?