A book-length work of haiku and splintered haibun, ell lap knows it's a privilege to be a girl putting a bicycle between her legs. It knows the freedom granted by that, and then, what it means to be girly and dirty and dogged and real amidst a sea of testosterone. And much like a cyclocross race, like life, bell lap takes you to an animal place and back again. In other words: bell lap is of the earth and of sex, of cyclocross and ether, and is feminist as fuck.