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I'm going to keep scoping this. It sounds awesome and has 'fixie' in the title so I'm totally down for a Calabo between me and my bike called a hipsta-fixie (which is not the same as so-called 'cycling'), then a mash-up between me and the sea (also not at all like 'swimming' but a new conception of water and man) then beers where I can complain about it not being blue ribbon.
So if I'm free (I might be making mix tapes) I'm there!!
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Meeting people from here is dangerous business. Crazydingo's arm is just one in a long line of 'accidents' that happen when people fuck with played out cool. Watch out.
I've met up with a couple of people from here once. I'm always happy to ride my bike nonchalantly ignoring the people I just met. So count me in!
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The thing on the wheel is grand. That one is massive, I have some 'hookie spookes' and they do frikin rawk an chilled out rides like critical mass or whatever. They suck if you are covering any distance fast.. but thats obvious. I dunno how he's riding with one, they screw the balance of your wheel... even when you use two or four.
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Any jerseys left?