A ghost bike, ghostcycle or WhiteCycle is a bicycle set up as a roadside memorial in a place where a cyclist has been killed or severely injured (usually by a motor vehicle). Apart from being a memorial, it is usually intended as a reminder to passing motorists to share the road. Ghost bikes are usually junk bicycles painted white, sometimes with a placard attached, and locked to a suitable object close to the scene of the accident.
According to The Guardian, the first recorded ghost bike was in St. Louis, Missouri, in 2003. A witness to a collision between a cyclist and a car placed a painted bike at the location with a message that read: "Cyclist struck here.
The original idea of painting bikes white reportedly goes back to the city of Amsterdam in the 1960s as an anarchist project to liberate two-wheel transport—white bikes were free, help yourself and then leave it for someone else.
The ghost bike idea in the United States may have originated with a project by San Francisco artist Jo Slota, begun in April 2002. This was a purely artistic endeavor. Slota was intrigued by the abandoned bicycles that he found around the city, locked up but stripped of useful parts. He began painting them white, and posted photographs on his website, ghostbike.net. As the idea was taken up for different purposes, Slota faced a dilemma. San Francisco is one of the safer U.S. cities for bicyclists, but memorial ghost bikes sprang up there as elsewhere, changing perceptions of his project.
Tracing all my fingers
Looking at a bigger plane
Doesn't really matter
Dreaming of your empty frame
Laying on a shoreline
Staring from a box spring tight
Staring at a street lamp
Something doesn't feel quite right
Hold me closer baby
Please don't me let go
Riding down the grotto
Taking you to work again
Lashes from your eyelids
Dripping from a faucet drain
When we are together
Ribbons flowing down my legs
Really want to touch you
Really want to watch you beg
Our eyes are locked staring into that singular web
You are slowly moving towards the edge
Blood runs down
I saw what happened
She was right there in front of me
I saw what happened
Sweetie why are you turned upside down?
Tell us what happened
Tell us what happened
Ribbons run around you green eyes and I'm so scared
Laying down on the pavement right there
She was right there and in the flash and I saw light trickle down through
Black tracks underground
Hold me closer baby please don't let me go
Crying in my bedroom
Talking to our bathroom floor
Fingers in a circle
All you things you said before
I really feel alone Laura
Nothing I can do or say
Fingers want to touch you