I bought a new bicycle. It's an old bicycle, and it came with a great insurance policy: being shitty. I got it for 20 USDs, which included a superfluous U-lock that was almost as expensive as the bike. Little did the unwitting vendor know that the poor brakes, caked rust, and nearly vertical seat that I used to bargain down the cost were secretly assets in my mind. It doesn't have the same 'not riding a deathtrap' feel as the Khan, but it does have a certain charm and maybe it will last more than a week.
It also doesn't have a bell, which means I've had to reteach myself how to whistle.
Out with the new, in with the old:
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