…a bicycle out of my back yard. It could have been a itinerant photographer — one has obliquely threatened a visit, the compost heap in my backyard notwithstanding — but the few I know seem to be more keen on walking than peddling, so it must have been a different sort of vagabond. Poets do seem to love mountain bikes.
Clippings
What we do in our dealings with other people makes some of us just, some unjust. What we do in terrifying situations, and the habits of fear or confidence that we acquire, makes some of us brave and others cowardly. The same is true of situations involving appetite and anger; for one or another sort of conduct in these situations makes some temperate and mild, others intemperate and irascible. To sum it up in a single account: habit results from the repetition of similar activities.
— Aristotle, Nichomachean Ethics
so do photographers
Well, they say thieves are lying liars. It is rather amusing though: the bike that was “misplaced” looks like the snazziest one, but in actuality it is the biggest POS (that’s a technical term).