two-wheeled planter

A plant grows in a bike basket in Brooklyn.My handlebars, sans plant.I never thought of turning my bike into a planter, although I might as well, because it has been sitting in my hallway, unridden and locked to the banister since the movers brought it up the three flights of stairs three years ago. But I am still a bike rider at heart. I always yield to bikes, look both ways in the bike cross