The existential bicycle traverses
the u-shaped valley. He consents to having
his photo taken for an article
about The Joys of Mountain Biking in
The Peak District, despite the fact that he
is not a mountain bike and finds no joy
in mountain biking. Checking on his sat-nav,
the existential bicycle discovers
that Wales is not a part of The Peak District.
He leans against a chapel wall and wonders
why he no longer finds the landscape awe-
inspiring. All he thinks of now is Holland,
and how it is that existential bikes
appear to lack free will. “I’m sick of hills,”
he thinks, and starts to climb another hill.