it's stencilled all over the streets in SanFran.[/quote]
So's the phrase 'Penguin Loves Chowder' and that makes little to no sense, either.
I was waiting at a red light the other day (in SF, trackstanding like the ponce I am), when some 40-something moron with Cippolini-style Oakleys - on his forehead, of course - started saying, just loud enough so that I'd hear it but not loud enough to look like a ranting crackhead, 'Fixes SUCK! Fixies SUCK, man, they SUCK!'.
If I didn't have somewhere I needed to be, I'd have gotten off my bike and tried to engage this perma-tanned, stonewash-bootcut jean-wearing, middle-management cocksucker in a polite conversation about if he somehow felt validated by voicing his opinions in such a cowardly fashion and if he had entertained the notion that, perhaps, being a sad cnut that cares about the type of bike a total stranger rides also 'sucks' a tad.
However, I was late to meet some friends for a 56-mile jaunt around Marin County, so I just pedalled off into the sunshine and allowed him to go to whichever bar he was meeting his friends at and tell them how he just 'told that stupid fixie rider what's up!'. YEEEEAAAAHH! HIGH FIVE, DUDE!
it's stencilled all over the streets in SanFran.[/quote]
So's the phrase 'Penguin Loves Chowder' and that makes little to no sense, either.
I was waiting at a red light the other day (in SF, trackstanding like the ponce I am), when some 40-something moron with Cippolini-style Oakleys - on his forehead, of course - started saying, just loud enough so that I'd hear it but not loud enough to look like a ranting crackhead, 'Fixes SUCK! Fixies SUCK, man, they SUCK!'.
If I didn't have somewhere I needed to be, I'd have gotten off my bike and tried to engage this perma-tanned, stonewash-bootcut jean-wearing, middle-management cocksucker in a polite conversation about if he somehow felt validated by voicing his opinions in such a cowardly fashion and if he had entertained the notion that, perhaps, being a sad cnut that cares about the type of bike a total stranger rides also 'sucks' a tad.
However, I was late to meet some friends for a 56-mile jaunt around Marin County, so I just pedalled off into the sunshine and allowed him to go to whichever bar he was meeting his friends at and tell them how he just 'told that stupid fixie rider what's up!'. YEEEEAAAAHH! HIGH FIVE, DUDE!
Sorry, just wanted to get that off my chest.