Many different people crossed our ways when we were young. There were the leaders of the pack. The shiny ones and their fellowship. The loud ones who try to tell you week by week what’s hip to do. The silent ones, the sad, the inconspicuous……but there were as well the ones who just appear like shadows on the wall. But they were there… …and they attracting my attention more then all the others, because they seem to know the way out of here…
“..to trade in these wings on some wheels
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride ain’t free
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they’re gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win”
please click here for this wonderful soundtrack (THUNDER ROAD, Bruce Springsteen)
This is for this guy who left his shadow on each this three pix… ..and for his ‘Mary’!
There may be nine million bicycles in Beijing. There may be in average two cars washed every saturday somewhere by one family in the western world. There are scooters in Vietnam. A lot! Not to express your lifestyle. Not just to cruise around. Just to let the vietnamese world spinning around. A world with wonderful people. Does this millions and millions scooters seem like a flood of anonymous vehicles? This is not about the scooters. This about the million individual stories of the people who ride it!