Feast your eyes, friends, on my amateur of the fleet, the half-skank, half-virgin, barely legal, fixed-gear bicycle of questionable history and experience
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Ellipses!
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Ellipses!
Her red chain will seize you by the pant-cuffs and tear your jeans right off, throwing you over the handlebars and flat onto your back, dominating and humiliating you in front of gods and passersby in the street ... but only if you're into that careless, I-forgot-to-roll-up-my-pant-leg kinky shit
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The feel of her thin, no-frills, what-you-see-is-what-you-get red cotton handlebar tape feels like business mixed with pleasure: getting the job done with smooth, efficient, old-skool, straight-forward techniques
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There's that chain again, from a different, more enticing angle
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Our first happy customer, taking her around the block once or twice, indulging in her maiden voyage (sorry, you probably couldn't afford that ride, anyway) the happy never-ending that is the lovely Miss Ellipses
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1 comment:
Fantastic! Miss Ellipses is one fine piece of work... good on ya. There's a bunch of bike mechanic workshops offered around here, sadly most are during the day. Damn you work. So I was just chatting to a friend the other night about how I'd be quite content to fill my days with experimenting with food/recipes, learning how to take care of my bike and grow food (I keep saying spring's around the corner but it's really not... for me... up here... which means gardening will have to wait). There's this book I'm reading, Farm City, that I think you'd like. It's about this lady in Oakland and her misadventures with her urban farm.
How's the ESL job hunt going? Will write you more soon.
Love J
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