Keeping it Wheel
There are Yankees men, Craft Beer men, All the Presidents men and there are Wheel men. Yes, I said Wheel men and I am one of them. I must say it feels good to finally get that off my chest.
In reality we Wheel men are everywhere, you might even have one in your life and not even know it. What drives the fascination? It is the relentless way as a child you are subjected to ‘The Wheels on the Bus go round and round and round and ….? . All sung in a bizarre mesmerizing undulating caddice with and accompanied but the sort of maniacal, wide eyed enthusiasm normally reserved for cult members on a recruitment drive? That stuff goes sticks you know.
Is it the undeniable fact that the best things in life are curvy (race tracks, Jessica Rabbit and water slides being just three top notch examples) and a curve taken to its ultimate degree is a circle, so then circles literally encompass all of life’s finest things (don’t even get me started on spheres).
Maybe its just something about the juxtaposition of the industrial design with an organic covering (rim with rubber). Or maybe its because we all started off worshiping the sun? Does Stonehenge represent a primitive effort at wheel worship? I don’t know (but I suspect it was) and I’m done with talking about. Lets get gawping: