Bikes are hot.
Motherfucker.  I went to the used bike shop to pick up some mildly crappy pedals for the summer until I can warrant using right proper clipless again and there was a shiny CETMArack for 40 dollars.  I didn’t buy it immediately because I have hereditary disease that often factors into my decision making called ‘retardation.’  I return a day later and the rack is gone. One day I’ll have the money to buy one and my joy will be like a post-apocalyptic fatty finding the last Krispy Kreme, which I’ll take from him and carry back to my little worn hut on my CETMArack.

Motherfucker.  I went to the used bike shop to pick up some mildly crappy pedals for the summer until I can warrant using right proper clipless again and there was a shiny CETMArack for 40 dollars.  I didn’t buy it immediately because I have hereditary disease that often factors into my decision making called ‘retardation.’  I return a day later and the rack is gone.

One day I’ll have the money to buy one and my joy will be like a post-apocalyptic fatty finding the last Krispy Kreme, which I’ll take from him and carry back to my little worn hut on my CETMArack.