Advance kids, movin' bike rack - New York, NY

Once upon a time, I had pretty good arms. This is back when I had to move my own bike rack. Like, a lot of bike rack.

Here's a few photos of advance kids pretending to ignore the ignoble reality ahead of them: it's very much "So, been a long day, a long rally, in the middle of a gymnasium and now, the truth sets in. We gotta move bike rack. In our suits. Dog tired. Sigh."

Look at all this disorganized bike rack! And, uh, have you seen so many advance people just standing around? (Don't answer that.)

I've been hanging on to these photos for some time now, and this post, actually. For two reasons: one, this picture above really captures what I feel when I find bike rack in a strange place - both something I can find tiring just to look at (memories of the moving heavy bike rack always surfaces) and yet makes me feel nostalgic for a time gone by. This photo was taken at the end of a long, long day, and an even longer primary election season. The event was the second to last, and already we knew it was the end. Moving bike rack for what feels like a lost cause is hard to stomach.

Second, I find myself at a bit of a crossroads, as far as what I want to do with myself, which is where I found myself in the time period of these photos. Which is, again, why this blog exists - my feelings about bike rack go beyond the use and the ubiquity. Who knew.

Touchy-feely bike rack. Hell, I don't know. TWO bicycles out of four?

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