A bookshop on a bicycle

Crazy Ideas: a folder of things I’d love to pull off one day. No promises.

Imagine a cargo bike fitted with shelves. Fifty books, all chosen by hand — no bestsellers, only the ones I’d defend in an argument. It parks in the small towns that lost their last bookshop years ago, stays for an afternoon, makes espresso on a Moka, and leaves.

The economics make no sense. That’s rather the point.

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