To be honest, my mates email is funnier than the comic - here it is in all it's glory (perhaps this should be in another section):
So the bike has finally gone to God.
I was riding home from work and some guy decided to open his car door just as I was coming past. I completely face planted the door. The front fork snapped, wheel came off, and the rest of the frame will no longer pass any structural tests, I’m sure.
I was swearing my head off at him, and he asked me why I had to use such language, haha. After telling him what a fucking idiot he was, he asked me what about his car door. I told him I don’t give fuck and was left to walk home carrying what remains of the bike, nursing some bruises and sore head.
There will be a service in memory of the bike in Amsterdam this Saturday at noon. It would be nice is you could come and give your final respects before throwing it in a canal.
To be honest, my mates email is funnier than the comic - here it is in all it's glory (perhaps this should be in another section):
So the bike has finally gone to God.
I was riding home from work and some guy decided to open his car door just as I was coming past. I completely face planted the door. The front fork snapped, wheel came off, and the rest of the frame will no longer pass any structural tests, I’m sure.
I was swearing my head off at him, and he asked me why I had to use such language, haha. After telling him what a fucking idiot he was, he asked me what about his car door. I told him I don’t give fuck and was left to walk home carrying what remains of the bike, nursing some bruises and sore head.
There will be a service in memory of the bike in Amsterdam this Saturday at noon. It would be nice is you could come and give your final respects before throwing it in a canal.