This is one of my favorite shots from our trip to Japan because I think it captures a very integral part of the culture: bicycles and their importance. This is a truck in Inokashira-koen that is picking up all of the parked bikes with “expired” time and taking them to the bike pound. This happened to my mom a few times, right mom? Only I think that these particular bikes were very delinquent.
Bicycles and umbrellas are supposedly the two most stolen items in Tokyo because of their worth. Bikes are a way of life and it’s hard to survive without one. They usually come fully equipped with at least one basket, bell, attached lock, and light that runs on the friction from the wheel as you ride (as in, the faster you pedal, the brighter the light gets). You have to register your bicycle, just like you would a car in the U.S. My dad once got stopped by a local police officer at night because he didn’t have his light on. He had to show his alien registration card and sure enough, the officer “called in” the bike to make sure it was registered under his name.
“I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride it where I like.” –Queen