Bike porn

does it say "shiter bikes" on the downtube?

Shifter bikes, pink tyres and hubs made me think Object.

Is Ted's new bike porn or not? Strangely, I like it.

Don't get it @ Tynan

@Tynan

What happened? Campaign image for not taking your bike on the motorway.

Shifter bikes, pink tyres and hubs made me think Object.

Is Ted's new bike porn or not? Strangely, I like it.

It's just an upsized BMX right?

I tend to like it.

purpose built, i like it.

Not feeling tha Charge at all

Don't get it @ Tynan

What don't you get ?

Or whadanyagat ?

My taste is Holdsworths with lined lugs, this isn't my cup of tea but as Monsieur Crash says it's 'purpose built'.

@Tynan

What happened?

lady get killed up

Campaign image for not taking your bike on the motorway.

art

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My taste is Holdsworths with lined lugs, this isn't my cup of tea but as Monsieur Crash says it's 'purpose built'.

Ah, you are a biscuit tin fan, I like my bike with pictures of lazers on them.

Yes especially Fox's.

But only at Christmas time.

It's not art it's shit. A Scalextric in someones back garden with some doris faking death next to a battered bike. Still don't get it

Ha!
Subjective/objective.

It's not art it's shit.

Shit is also art.

A Scalextric in someones back garden with some doris faking death next to a battered bike. Still don't get it

It speaks about the separation between the visceral and the more exalted ambitions of the intangible - and always out of reach - 'self' that we crave to "know" but at the same time we fear, because to know one's self is to stare into a bottomless void that offers nothing but the frozen promise of one's mortality. It is in this emotional hinterland - this "second Christmas" - this "golf course without holes" where we dance to the pipes of our own robot jester as he plays merrily on the very small stage, with tears in his electronic eyes and the smell of grease paint all too present in his electronic nostrils - all the time knowing he is nothing but metaphor for a futile attempt to grasp as the incorporeal nothingness that hopes to explain that which it is not.

Either that or she tripped up getting off her bike and then a monster trod on her.

Not feeling tha Charge at all
those forks weigh as much as a normal frame ;)

here is another one

my dad's got more than 6 of these - they're all different makes and models. He's got one BSA that looks very similar to this one...

superteds new bike is good

I wonder what legal restrictions you'd be under trying to ride on on British roads? No Front Brake, no lights on most, reg plate?, Helmet? tax disc, insurance....

u need helmet, tax and insurance by law. dont know about lights or brakes.

Shifter bikes, pink tyres and hubs made me think Object.

Is Ted's new bike porn or not? Strangely, I like it.

i like that. which is strange coz i normallt think charge's r shit.

machined rims and no brakes
only just noticed worst bit about it in my eyes

^plus ive coming to fucking hate green rims - velocity greens rims especially.

Shit is also art.

It speaks about the separation between the visceral and the more exalted ambitions of the intangible - and always out of reach - 'self' that we crave to "know" but at the same time we fear, because to know one's self is to stare into a bottomless void that offers nothing but the frozen promise of one's mortality. It is in this emotional hinterland - this "second Christmas" - this "golf course without holes" where we dance to the pipes of our own robot jester as he plays merrily on the very small stage, with tears in his electronic eyes and the smell of grease paint all too present in his electronic nostrils - all the time knowing he is nothing but metaphor for a futile attempt to grasp as the incorporeal nothingness that hopes to explain that which it is not.

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A right load of wind & piss then!?