The email last year was something about a condemned building upstate. Lockport, maybe. Four stories, collapsed roof, by the Eerie Canal. That wasn’t the important thing, the place was full of bikes. All of them from the ’50s and ’60s. Thousands upon thousands of them. Some out-of-business dealer’s old stock. Go now, the floor is rotting and bikes are falling through, crushing each other. Somehow, plans fell through, the trip never happened. Then these pictures turned up on Flickr. Damn, might finally have to head up there.