Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Saturday, April 05, 2008


Bardiac's recent post about the absurd biking fashions made me think how far my bike is from real bikes.
Shaqwanda the Ghetto-bike is a good 20+ years old and still bears the little liscencing sticker from Racine 1985. She's a good bike, doesn't have any major problems except for the brakes that don't work. I have to be extra careful to watch out for cars and small children because the only way I can quickly stop is to throw myself off the bike.

She's a sassy maroon and rust, and if she was human, she'd be chain-smoking white trash. Though I'm sure Lucy would think human Shaqwanda would look more like this:


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