Over the past 28 hours, my feeds have been flooded with moving and emotional Amy Dombroski tributes. But James Huang’s “Pro Bike” write-up on her decidedly-not-pro commuter resonated at a level the others couldn’t quite reach.
My current city bike is—for once—thoughtfully and sanely constructed. But Dombroski’s Balance AL is a close cousin to any of the half-dozen jury-rigged contraptions that preceded it.
There’s something poignant in such a unique, improbable, and deeply personal machine being riderless; 26 years of leftover bits strung together into a heartbreaking but reassuringly familiar monument.