As the sun finally came out on saturday and spring reared its retarded head, some weird shit started going down with my handlebars. There i was cruising in the zone, checking out honeys n shit and all of a sudden my grips start heating up like a cayenne pepper sauce spillage. Jumping off my bike wide-eyed in amazement and just in time to lense the proceedings with my phone camera, i witness yet more irrefutable proof of the fact that:

my bike is alive

my bike sheds its skin in spring


my bike makes this shit look good

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