I chanced upon a lone wheel from a house clearance. Its role (roll?) now lost, an 85 year old marooned in a modern, changed world. What struck me was the detail of neglect, inattention and obscurity. Lost paint, a bright hue now faded to something jewel-like; the construction of the ATS-brand remould, dating from perhaps 50 years ago. Rough and rudimentary attention to preserve or fix, now giving patina and delight.
Still holding air, still basically sound, just needing an oily-rag vehicle to act as a spare for, to give it some purpose again.