Veronica Feeling R.I.P.

She rode around the world solo, mountains, steppes, deserts. The first street bike ever to cross the Gobi Desert was under yellow leather and plastic hair.  She stretched beneath the stars, curled up in yurts, revelled in luxury and lay-bys alike.  Flew planes, crawled over rocks, got stranded in Freedom (Svobodny, Siberia).  Met poets, politicians, lovers and loners; there was meat and milk but not as she knew it.  After all that, Veronica was never gonna slip back in quietly.  Her monomyth was complete, the Gesamkunstwerk presented.  She died riding her bike into the Hudson River, NY in September 2015.

11th December 2015

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