i’d rather be a cyclist than any other beast

There is so much goodness in this photograph: the tidy rows of bikes, the white tires, the phonographs, the endless rows of drawers, the wallpaper, the lofty, beadboard ceiling. Beauty in order. Detroit, 1912.

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*title from “The Cyclist” by John Joy Bell (1871-1934)

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