An Attempt to Build The World's Most Beautiful Bicycle: A brief Sketch about an obsessive Love of Beauty, & Perfection as the neccesarily unobtainable yet relentless goal, –in regards to the necessities of creating a Timeless Classic.

There are many choices I have been faced with. Moments of Inspiration come and go and yet remain constant, the Image always present but ever shifting, fluttering between Dream and waking, tainting my consciousness with the tears and blood of the Eternal, the relentless, a God's Dream escaped and out of Breath from running.

There is always the need to pay rent, to eat, to drink, to be in Love. There is always the need to express myself, my ideals, in the most unique, creative, and important way possible. Sometimes, all these things combine, other times they run side by side, other times they joust.

The most beautiful bicycle in the world has been waiting for the likes of me. Machinery, people, the integration of both of them together, it's all part of my life, the life i'm creating and living every moment.

Bicycles, to me, are the simplest of machines with the most complicated human relationship imaginable; and as much as I am attracted to speed, thrill, danger, excitement, adrenaline, and the like, I am equally attracted to the serenity achieved through these mediums, -also achieved through the beautifully complex simplicity of the design of a Perfect Bicycle; A perfect machine matched perfectly to a beautiful person, creating a part of the World we all live in and experience; making a dent, creating History; lasting beyond any conscience.

I am one of those people who has never doubted my creative ability, never doubted what i like or desire, and have always seemed to know what i want, what it takes to get it, or to make it. I am a pleasure seeker at most; at best, a flawed creator, rough around the edges, but pure in the center, true to myself, honest, capable, and driven.

I believe in my ability to take the purity and essence of Music and Poetry into the physical form of a Bicycle. I believe i am able to express my emotional, philosophical, and artistic states through various metals and into the shapes necessary to make a beautiful bicycle.

Of course a bicycle is not complete without a rider. In retrospect, I feel like I have not been able to undertake this task because of the apparently simple reason of not having found a suitable rider; a rider who both inspires, strikes awe, and is at least as beautiful as i could ever imagine. Who knows. I've been wrong enough to know that I might be wrong.

............to be continued