find all sorts of dreamy high end (and sometimes just
messed up no-end) bikes. It never really crossed my
mind that most are propped up against a green dumpster.
Not until, in my not so well thought out commute from
the gallery to the transmission shop in the evening,
I arrived at the van and noticed (I had no feeling in
my fingers, it was SO cold my lungs actually hurt) and
there was a big green dumpster calling to me........
here you go..... frozen NY bike porn for you. Complete
with Nokian 240 monster truck tires, that when run
with low pressure are like running in the sand, up hill.
Maybe that's why my lungs hurt. But I didn't slip out
on the ice. Who needs sun and warmth? We have pizza,
beer & attitude......
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