National Treasure

Am in New York this week, and it’s snowing. Last night I ran into a national treasure getting rusty in the fresh snow. Made me think of the respect some of these japanese craftsman carry / carried within the the kierin / mob world. This is like seeing a Steinway grand piano left outside. It’s not uncommon to see these bikes on the street nowadays, but last night I was reminded again of there rich history, craft, and detail and I saw this one begin to break down.