Theatre.
That single word alone conjures tiny shudders up and down my spine at the thought of my first theatrical experience. It was during one of those shaping-who-you-are years of high-school and I attended an opera on the UT campus. My literature teacher described the theater as a cultural and learning experience. I remember ladies’ toes peaking out beneath floor length formal dresses, and gentlemen were reminiscent of penguins in black and white tuxedos. I felt under-dressed in my cotton dress and out of place without a shade of black in my clothing. I left at the end of the show confused by all of the social nuances of attending a theater performance, and bored after 2 hours of sitting in a dark auditorium.
Pre-face the word theater with bike, and the result is the antithesis of opera in an auditorium. Instead, you get Bike Noir, theater via bicycle....{Check out the complete essay at Austin On Two Wheels}
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