The motorbike's handlebar is bound with a piece of shiny orange cloth. It moves forward blessed.
The betel leaf merchant's wooden circular carrier is bound with thin bits of material. Like a crisscrossed wheel it functions beautifully.
If I were a real artist I'd buy all the betel carrying wheels, "true folk craft," in the market and build them as an installation.
If I were superstitious enough I'd find all the shiny orange cloth in town and festoon my possessions with it.
If I composed theater pieces I would write of the dance performance made by the coconut plucker.