Why don't you fixed gear bike fascists go back to hell were you came from. Please, no, PLEASE, return your tight ass pants to sha-na-na. How many "ten speeds" did you KILL to make your luddite death machines. Yeah, your right, brakes are for homos. Have fun on your moustache ride. That kind of sexual enuendo sure as hell wouldn't fly here in the great state of utah, where Jesus and his latter day buddies keep our young ladies safe from your unsavory inclinations.
An ironic post for you to comment on, master of words. I have always preferred an "o" free spelling of mustache. Adding the extra "o" brings to mind your wanton pie-hole accepting the gift of my nether-stache on your hairless lip. Enjoy!
I may not be as smart as you guys or be able to spell as good but at least I... OK truth... I lashed out in an effort to mask my own anguish and self loathing. I too.. i almost can't type the words.. want to be fixed gear guy..but i live in the mountains and its snowing and tight pant are expensive and really quite chilly. I also can't get the right BB cup out of my Oh So Dope Tommasini and only have campy cranks and its a shimano bb cup. The frustration is destroying me.
Friend, brother of another. I am at the fault. I have lashed out at you, unnecessary! The bike you desire wants not the mountains, wants not for you to ski from your front door to the lift, wants it does the high flat desert of Les Boise, Portland minor. Come home. Come home to us. I certainly could not leave a dent in the back of your skull with the length of crank I have... Tight pant tho, you must have. I know a place that will paint your legs for you.
...because the world is strange enough.
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Why don't you fixed gear bike fascists go back to hell were you came from. Please, no, PLEASE, return your tight ass pants to sha-na-na. How many "ten speeds" did you KILL to make your luddite death machines. Yeah, your right, brakes are for homos. Have fun on your moustache ride. That kind of sexual enuendo sure as hell wouldn't fly here in the great state of utah, where Jesus and his latter day buddies keep our young ladies safe from your unsavory inclinations.
An ironic post for you to comment on, master of words. I have always preferred an "o" free spelling of mustache. Adding the extra "o" brings to mind your wanton pie-hole accepting the gift of my nether-stache on your hairless lip. Enjoy!
Alright Mr./Mrs. Anonymous you crazy weirdo your mom says you were hard to birth. Bikes and Rec loves you. period.
I may not be as smart as you guys or be able to spell as good but at least I... OK truth... I lashed out in an effort to mask my own anguish and self loathing. I too.. i almost can't type the words.. want to be fixed gear guy..but i live in the mountains and its snowing and tight pant are expensive and really quite chilly. I also can't get the right BB cup out of my Oh So Dope Tommasini and only have campy cranks and its a shimano bb cup. The frustration is destroying me.
Friend, brother of another. I am at the fault. I have lashed out at you, unnecessary! The bike you desire wants not the mountains, wants not for you to ski from your front door to the lift, wants it does the high flat desert of Les Boise, Portland minor. Come home. Come home to us. I certainly could not leave a dent in the back of your skull with the length of crank I have...
Tight pant tho, you must have. I know a place that will paint your legs for you.
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