Carefree black girls grab joy by the bra strap, go the way of the wind, spirited by the photography challenge prompt: bicycle. They take Saturday, comb towns on the Cape in search of a bicycle to photograph. Not just any bike, an interesting bike, one with a story, or more to the point, one that inspires one to imagine its story. During the search, they stumble into a bookshop and local author signing. They find books, write the titles of some of their favorite novels in black and gold Sharpie ink on stones to place in a community literature garden. They scour the beach, drink caramel and mocha latte, drive 2 hours north to pick fresh blueberries from a farm in Ipswich, watch street performers in Salem, consider a purchase of even more local raw honey, chase the best most tenderest chicken nuggets with hand-squeezed lemonade. And by day’s end, they find a bicycle, but it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the journey to find it so no one made its portrait.