Rode this bike down on Hawthorne today. Felt like riding a donkey. Even the saddle slipped around with those waterbed seat springs.
photo via www.joe-bike.com
rolling. rolling.
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Bright, purple, fuzzy and loud. Small, skinny, rusty and spare. Measurably closer to cumulous clouds. Under the sofa with jelly and pears.
