“I’m an architect, and that job could go away tomorrow, they could outsource it to India,” he says. “There’s nothing I do at that place that’s unique. What I do here, you can’t replicate it – no one else has these bikes, nor will they ever.” Feeling a bit flush with the aura of this work of art in the age of mechanical reproduction, I hop on the bike, something greater than the sum of its parts, and ride home.