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Bicycles, tricked out scrapers and retro cruisers, carbon fiber fantasies and e-bikes, have become the latest fashion accessory, runway set pieces, celebrated by the Sartorialist, with fenders fashioned of bamboo and luggage racks fit for Louis Vuitton.

But the homemade bicycle, the arty ride, has always been a mix-or-match proposition in the bar-etto, where a "masser" might be confused for an aggressive lothario and a cyclo-commute sounds like something to do with particles.

These are just the sardines, traveling between work and home, neither to subvert or disrupt, nor in support of Tibet. They haven't a Maybach in the garage, or a bouncy pad in the Oaks; and, they ain't freshmen. They've merely personalized their ride, injected a little art into the "get there" machines.