- The High Grass -
It was the very first time I felt like owning something.
We move through cities fragmented by different speeds, where quality of it's public space surface is less of a priority.Reminiscence of a time where pople used to go for a walk, cycling was an option only for the wealthy and travelling by train a social event.Beyond resticted parking areas and trafic jams, we answer in everlasting movement powered by the sun - either after digesting some tapas or charging the battery-. It comes the day when we run out of petrol and we don't even realize.The commuter is not someone worried about pollution, a contra-system either. It's owner of his time; curator of what's beautiful and efficient. She decides to win an hour to the day.There is no parking in IKEA, the selfdriving car will go to pickup the next user. He ordered a custom made bicycle - as his suit -. They send poscards from the "Commuters Club" wagon.She doesn't need to wear the cycling kit. There are showers on the office and in the wagon attached to the bike one. H&M, Cycle Me Home, Levi's or Vercace work with fabrics according the new movement. Many go out to the streets with this pijama that would be a pity no one else could see.The ones who take the train: invest the commuting time on dressing up, taking a haircut or reading while having somethign to drink in this itinerant space whose interior changes - to become another hall to the city/ wagon - when it starts to be monotonous. Pendular movement of the afterwork / virtual reality. Anything could be under demand at cruising speed.Madrid city hall starts a dissuasive campaing against the use of pijama in public (as Shanghai did durin their Olimpic games); which is nothign but a sign of its habitants understanding the street as an extension of his house.The Green Wave. Positive perception of distances for the ones who move at 20 km per hour, as they discover a green light secuence in the main venues of the metropolis at rush hour.Buffer space. We draft x bike lanes on each way over the main roads of the inner city; they become cycle highways. The thickness of a continuous line enables us to play with city's topography. Crosswalk. The firsts to start are vehices without motor. The new road plan backwash on the sides, creating an atmosphere for exchange . Pedestrian crosses are no bridges.Interference. Empaty between peope who doesn't stop being nomads at their own city will bring down reckless overtaking. Impartial videocamaras at intersections report the facts to the autorities under request..Generic City's problem is not the car - the bicycle or the gun-, but the animal based on custom.
Velotopia doesn't exist anymore. It's the ludic space of people raised at different speeds, and know how to enjoy them all.