Got on Jake the Snake today (granted it’s a crosser but let a man with a brush brush), black sleek looking thing, gorgeous in fact, so to fit in with all you freaks I left my baggy shorts off, I made it about 100 meters before going back home to dress properly and I’m a life model.
Gets worse, I cant ride the damn thing, my hand hurts, my back hurts, my wallet hurts, my soul hurts and lordy the thing terrified me, goes down the hills so fast with brakes that change gear. Who does tha.., I mean why. Twangs and pings off the tiniest of road imperfections; my bones they are shaken and weep an aching chorus of please never again.
This was to be my LeJoG bike too. I’m off to trawl the classifieds about a hybrid. You drophadlebared freaks.