I know, she's gorgeous. ~1978 Fuji Monterey conversion. I know it's a bit of a hipster bike, sue me. Gimmie credit, I've escaped having matching rims and chains. And don't get me started on bike pads.
I've wanted to try out fixed gear for a long time. And in a city like this, there isn't any reason for gears. No hills, stop signs every five feet, may as well shed the weight.
Also, it's harder, the difference between a manual and automatic transmission in a car. And I like making my life a little more difficult. Who needs a dad to build character when sheer self-loathing and a desire to figure shit out drives you to it?
So, this is my new toy, and I do ride it. As often as I can. With three bikes in the house, the car gets broken out on about a weekly basis, thereby allowing me to live my fourteen year-old fantasy of living in the midst of a city and traveling everywhere by bicycle. Yes, even when I was in junior high I was a self-consciously bohemian shit. It's amazing I sleep on something with a frame, really should trade up to an exposed
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