There is 12 billion bikes in the world, thanks to mainly Amsterdam, Trondheim, Beijing, Copenhagen and Bushwick.
A street bike can unintentionally become a very personal item. Usually, people don’t find their bikes, the bikes find the people; through some awkward, strange, maybe suspicious or even funny, fate-changing circumstances. Usually, we’re not the first owner of the bike and the previous owner wasn’t the first owner either. But each owner of the bike adds something personal to it. Either a funky flashing light, or a magenta tape on the handle bars.
Just try to think of the story about how your bike found you. What season was it? How did you feel when you rode it for the first time? Who was the previous owner of the bike? What’s the story?