It's just a true fact. My roomates have been ragging on me for the fact that it creaks more than my girlfriend (who is an old lady), and that the chain pops off on all gears but three out of the 9 gears on the bike. However, I ignored them because since I was riding a much more difficult to ride bike than they were, I was exponentially more hXc.
But in light of recent events, I need a new bike.
My bike was stolen last night in front of the Fairmont on 24th and M in the West End. For those of you who don't know, the West End is basically in downtown DC and is really really really expensive. 1.5k/mo minimum.
However, my bike still remains in my living room. You wonder, why?
BECAUSE THE ASSHOLE RODE IT A BLOCK EAST, REALIZED IT WAS A PEICE OF SHIT, THEN LEFT IT BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. MY BIKE WASN'T WORTH STEALING EVEN AFTER IT HAD ALREADY BEEN STOLEN.
what a diss. I'm pissed
this is not a picture of my bike, it just represents my angst
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