I gotta admit, slaving over a hot Specialized Crossroads brought me back to the pseudo-halcyon days of being a bike assembler at Budget, before Specialized decided they didn't want bike shops to sell their stuff if they weren't exclusive. The setup was hard to beat, separate from the retail stores so we could be as faded as we wanted to be while earning some decent dimes. Don't get much chance at the current job to blast Dr. Octagon and crank on canned beer. Then again, I can die happy knowing I'll never touch another Fuji "Marlboro Miles" Folding bike (collectible!), BikeE recumbent, or Raleigh M30 16" Ladies bike, of which the owner got a deal on several hundred.
Here's the (nearly) finished product:
4 comments:
1) super sonic bionic robot voodoo pistols
2) your front reflector is crooked
3) now I know your address
killa's....you going to get all boozed up and ride it into a ditch (if we can find one) while she's overseas?
HOoOOORAY!
And no, you must wait to ride this into a ditch until at least after we have taken it on a beach picnic or something.
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