the bicycle – (video) – (en/es)

When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man’s convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man’s brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle. The bicycle is the most efficient machine ever created. Converting calories into gas, a bicycle gets the equivalent of three thousand miles per gallon. Yes, truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with a seat missing, but it hurts.
Cuando el ser humano inventó la bicicleta alcanzó la cima de sus logros. He aquí una máquina de precisión y equilibrio, conveniente para el hombre. Y, a diferencia de posteriores invenciones para una mayor comodidad, cuanto más se utiliza, más en forma está el cuerpo. He aquí, por primera vez, un producto del cerebro humano que es totalmente beneficioso para aquellos que lo utilizan, y que no causa ningún daño o irritación a los demás. El progreso debería haberse detenido cuando el hombre inventó la bicicleta. La bicicleta es la máquina más eficiente jamás creada. Convirtiendo calorías en gasolina, una bicicleta alcanza el equivalente a mil trescientos kilómetros por litro. Sí, la verdad duele. Tal vez no tanto como saltar en una bicicleta a la que le falte el sillín, pero duele.
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The bicycle – By Dugutigui and video of Danny MacAskill  – “Way Back Home” (best viewed on Vimeo)

About Dugutigui

In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
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13 Responses to the bicycle – (video) – (en/es)

  1. Eva says:

    Hello D,

    Funny how you should write about bikes now that I myself am searching for the perfect road bike for me. My biking coach convinced me to join her group because apart from being a fitness program, bikes emit zero gas emissions. Among the other reasons I disappeared from blogging is that I have been training for my long distance running, at least half a marathon 21K. Now that I’m close to running my first half marathon in February, I’m training to bike and setting my sight for a duathlon. Yeah, yeah, midlife crisis.

    Best,

    E

    • Dugutigui says:

      You mean that moment when you realize your children and your clothes are about the same age?🙂 Don’t bother. Frankly I don’t like the term mid-life crisis. The fact, for me, is thicker. Most people by the age of twenty, know they’re not going to be a rock star. By twenty-five, they know they’re not going to be a dentist. And by thirty, darkness starts moving in, they wonder if they’re ever going to be fulfilled, let alone wealthy and successful. By thirty-five, they know, basically, what they’re going to be doing for the rest of their life, and they become resigned to their fate… It’s not me, not really; but, I mean, why do people live so long? What could be the difference between death at fifty-five and death at sixty-five or seventy-five or eighty-five? Those extra years… what benefit could they possibly have? Why do we go on living even though nothing new happens, nothing new is learned, and nothing new is transmitted? At fifty-five, our story’s pretty much over… see, what we’re meant to do when we are there, forty-fifty, that mid-life crisis, buy a fast car, aren’t we? Well, I’ve always had fast cars. It’s not that. It’s the fear that we’re past our best… and then we find the bicycle… the gray hairs are not passing, but we’re trying to age with dignity… disheveled and riding… everyone goes maniac a little bit around mid-life; but going on bicycle has style, somehow…

    • Dugutigui says:

      You give me an idea for my next post, thanks a lot🙂

      • Eva says:

        I already that one. Crisis? What Crisis? I was about to be surprised you would remember my name after having been gone for a long time and there it is – peering before my photo. Geesh.

      • Dugutigui says:

        Eve, it’s not polite to forget the people one likes …🙂 Nor is advisable🙂🙂

  2. Valentina says:

    El video es precioso. Pero eso de que la bici “no causa ningún daño o irritación a los demás” no es del todo cierto. En mi ciudad los ciclistas tienen la costumbre de ir por las aceras; y eso, pues, la verdad, sí que irrita un poquito.

    • Dugutigui says:

      Estoy de acuerdo, pero en ese caso lo irritante es el ciclista, no la bicicleta en si…🙂
      Está muy claro que las máquinas también nos reflejan -que son lo que hacemos con ellas. Es por eso que las máquinas proporcionan muchas metáforas que dan sentido a muchas cosas. Decimos que una persona eficiente funciona como un reloj suizo, buscamos la aguja en el pajar, nos falta un tornillo cuando se nos va la pinza, el Catolicismo es el Rolls Royce de las religiones… Gran parte de nuestras metáforas son tecnológicas.
      Nuestras máquinas se convierten en metáforas porque nosotros mismos nos construimos por medio de ellas, y las máquinas que sobreviven son en las que hemos invertido lo mejor de nosotros mismos cuando las diseñamos -o usamos.
      Así que ¿es la bicicleta una buena máquina o una mala?
      Definitivamente creo que es un gran invento. En buenas manos, con buena cabeza, dándole el uso para el que fue diseñada, ciertamente no causa ningún daño o irritación a los demás…
      ¡Muchas gracias por el comentario!

  3. 🙂😆😉
    Beautiful to see the birth of an idea, this is truely a rare phenomenon…😀

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