A spoke is one of some number of rods radiating from the center of a wheel (the hub where the axle connects), connecting the hub with the round traction surface.
The term originally referred to portions of a log that had been split lengthwise into four or six sections. The radial members of a wagon wheel were made by carving a spoke (from a log) into their finished shape. A spokeshave is a tool originally developed for this purpose. Eventually, the term spoke was more commonly applied to the finished product of the wheelwright's work, than to the materials he used.
The spoked wheel was invented to allow the construction of lighter and swifter vehicles. The earliest known examples are in the context of the Andronovo culture, dating to ca. 2000 BC. Soon after this, horse cultures of the Caucasus region used horse-drawn spoked-wheel war chariots for the greater part of three centuries. They moved deep into the Greek peninsula where they joined with the existing Mediterranean peoples to give rise, eventually, to classical Greece after the breaking of Minoan dominance and consolidations led by pre-classical Sparta and Athens. Celtic chariots introduced an iron rim around the wheel in the 1st millennium BC. The spoked wheel was in continued use without major modification until the 1870s, when wire wheels and rubber tires were invented.
A spoke is a rod connecting the hub of a wheel with the traction surface.
Spoke or Spokes may also refer to:
Spoke is the 1996 debut album of Calexico, an Americana/indie rock band from Arizona. It was initially released in Germany (Hausmusik label) under the group name Spoke.
Sabes que para darte tengo poco
quisiera fuese el mundo aunque ni modo
pero puedo llenarte los oidos
de todas mis canciones
no son muchas
las hice a punta de ilusiones
Y si tu corazon no ve mi oferta,
te ruego no veas indiferencia
paciencia que mi amor es luz de luna
suavecito pero alumbra
los rincones, donde tienes el alma oscura
Si me quieres dimelo... (dimelo)
Si mis palabras dicen poco...
No sirve pa' demostrarte que no es todo
metiendo el alma en un ropero
para ponermela de gala si te veo
No tengo nada que guardarme
la vida es pa' que pa' regalarte
si no vienes a rescatarme
mi corazon pongo en remate
sabes bien que yo te adoro
recibe esto aunque sea poco
No tengo para darte mas que un cuento
que arruye cada noche tu silencio
es que aunque nada pesa en mi bolsillo
lanzo flechas de cariсo
y si acierto, quiza nunca me des olvido
pero el timepo pasa y me doy cuenta
que el mundo sin ti no da la vuelta
tus besos serian aguita de rio
que refresca el amor mio
se que entiendes, cuando me duele el no tenerte
si me quieres dimelo...
Si mis palabras dicen poco...
No sirve pa' demostrarte que no es todo
metiendo el alma en un ropero
para ponermela de gala si te veo
No tengo nada que guardarme
la vida es pa' que pa' regalarte
si no vienes a rescatarme
mi corazon pongo en remate
sabes bien que yo te adoro
recibe esto aunque sea poco
Llegare (llegare), pisando fuerte llegare
para enseñar que tu tristeza es de papel
tus caminos luz y miel,
sembrare en tus vientre sueсos que creer...
Si mis palabras dicen poco
no sirve pa' demostrarte que no es todo
metiendo el alma en un ropero
para ponermela de gala si te veo
No tengo nada que guardarme
la vida es pa' que pa' regalarte
si no vienes a rescatarme
mi corazon pongo en remate
sabes bien que yo te adoro
recibe esto aunque sea poco