Cycling makes me feel alive. Not in the sense of being warmed from cryogenic sleep,
more like doing a dance in a hailstorm in my underpants. It wakes me up. It pins me
to the noticeboard of life. And Issue 11 of Boneshaker is full of bright jubilant blinks of
art, music, danger, wonder, joy and strangeness that whisk the tears from your eyes
like a downhill ride on a blustery day. If you’ve got a bell on your bike ping it, if you’ve
got a horn on your bike honk it and if you’ve got nothing else just pull up your
underpants, let go the brakes and sing. Welcome to issue #11!

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