In my fantasy world, and therefore in my artworks, there have always been a lot of vehicles around: motorcycles, bicycles, trucks – and now, even flying roadsters. Maybe it’s all because my lean and mean stripped-down bicycle was stolen when I was ten, I don’t pretend to know.. but I do know that over the years, my imaginary vehicles have spirited me (and many others) away on journeys I never could have taken had it not been stolen. In other words, the memory of that bike has carried me a lot further in its faintly visible form than the painted steel and rubber version ever could have. In that light, I dedicate this particular journey to the kid who stole my bike.