#324 Locked Rust


This is one strong lock for a bike this rusty.


Author: Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

13 thoughts

    1. I share your fascination with rust. Perhaps it has something to do with my morbid nature, the fact that I quite like decay. Here I was fascinated with the contrast of the bike falling apart and the strong lock. How weird…


  1. oooo, like the decay. Are you sure the lock isn’t part of the whole decay thing… as in someone just left the bike there with the lock on it and never came back?


    1. Actually, rusty bikes locked to a fence at the railway station are local colour here. Everyone’s using bikes here and inexplicably, all the bikes are ancient. This particular bike was not forgotten there: I was the witness to a regularly looking guy unlocking the bike and riding off (and falling in a ditch before he managed to actually ride) — it was a very grotesque experience and I don’t know what to think about it.


        1. It actually scared me a little — it was so surreal to see such an old bike in use and then the poor person falling from it. He didn’t look drunk otherwise, maybe he was just nervous because I was openly staring at him — I was fascinated by the bike and wanted to see if he was really going to ride the thing… And he did!


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