Riding a bike in the city can be intense. Since moving here, I have had three minor accidents involving cars. Two in New York City, one in the BK. I'm lucky to say that nothing horrible happened in any of them. I did get some pretty fucked up injuries that I still can feel today, but at least I'm alive.
Walking down the streets of any metropolitan city, you may have stumbled on a bike painted all white locked up to a street sign, adorned with a shrine of flowers, pictures and a plaque in memory of... a lost loved one.
These ghostly bikes are memorials set up for cyclists who have been hurt or killed by motorists. The bike is painted with three coats of white paint, and locked up to a sign post close to the scene of the accident. Not only is it a memorial for lost friends and family, but also very much a political statement - aiming to make a wider statement beyond personal loss, but also a reminder for the safety of cyclists everywhere.