Spinning Wheel

Spinning wheel, got to go round--a Laura Nyro lyric, I believe.

Each spring we stop at Renault's flagship showroom on the Champs Elysées and sit in the driver's seat of the latest concept car. Since boyhood I have loved the futuristic élan of concept cars, knowing of course how rarely, if ever, a Sistine Chapel roadster ever makes it onto the real road. 

Here is one rim.

And another spinning wheel. I attended a small Christian school, so we didn't throw the discus in the nude as they did, undoubtedly, at the outré and irreligious high school in town. I did, however, throw the discus quite well, winning Ontario-wide in my senior year. It seems even then I had a penchant for obscure accomplishment (like writing a design blog). 

 This is a particularly refined article of Etruscan black-figure pottery, so-called though the ground here, rather than the figure, is black. It dates to the Persian occupation of Etruria in the 5th century, when occupiers imposed the pronounced stamp of Greek aesthetics on local handiwork. Just as possible, this plate may have been made by a Greek master who had emigrated to central Italy, bringing his world-beating, god-figured, discus-hurling Hellenism with him.