A Short History of The Messenger
Bike messengers are a strange lot. Their incessant need to be on the move, coupled with their antiquated methods make them into a caste all their own. Maybe not caste. Sect or cult may be more appropriate given how they speak of what they do.
There’s one known only as The Messenger whom I have my own theories about. And I think it all plays into this idea of a sect. I think The Messenger is a practical joke on all of us. Why?
Because they never take they helmet off. And it covers their face entirely. Every other rider out there has one of those dinky little helmets that’s more a hat. But this one, always covered. Head to toe. No skin, no tats, no nothing showing. So they could be anyone.
But they’re probably everyone.
Why? To keep the mystery going. To create a mythology around their whole schtick. Something that’ll weed out interlopers and wannabes.
The Messenger is real, but only in so far as every time it’s just a different person, in the know, taking on the role for a run. The only consistency between the players is the gear they wear as The Messenger and the bike they use. Otherwise how would anyone know it’s The Messenger.
They also never speak.
The real problem in determining who is or isn’t the messenger comes in their body shapes. Sure there’s some variety. But the nature of their job has them as all pretty slim. You’re not exactly getting linebackers out there cutting lanes on a fixed-gear. As a crew they’re so scattered too. You just can’t pin them down, because they’re always on the job.
So yeah, The Messenger - real but not real.
That, or they’re a rider that takes on contract hits and this is the best way to cover who they are.
Today’s art is courtesy of Kim Gayeon from Jinhaegu, South Korea.