When, winter of 2018, in search of a better, more final finding, the painter re-visited this scene*, she decided to omit downtown progress.  However, the original sky and trees were obliterated and repainted with a better understanding of their essential structure—while the entropy which had continued to beset the vintage red vehicle was overlooked.  Unlikely as it is to join the line of Lyfting porters lurking just around the corner, its venerable presence still offers life to the scene.  Meanwhile the headless cyclist continues on foot, moving his burden in an opposing direction, spinning his way south.

*south of Jefferson Street, along 17th Ave.