3/4/08 12:45 am - OH FUCK YOU.
Dear Portland fixed-gear bike kids:
Get off your fucking pedestal. You aren't better than anyone else. You can ride a bike without breaks, congradu-fucking-lations, that may make you an athlete of sorts but I'm pretty sure it doesn't make you a fucking god. Please forgive me for trying to make a simple comment to my friend, who I just so happened to be talking to about riding fixed gears a few days ago. Yes, I had never ridden one before then. No, I don't fucking care. No, I don't fucking know how to do skids or track stands or whatever the fuck it is you do, because I've NEVER FUCKING TRIED IT BEFORE. So please, PFGBK, shut the hell up. Because when DID leave a simple comment to my friend about how I DID finally attempt to ride a fixed gear and attempt something that you probably didn't fucking know how to do the first time you rode one either, you, in your arrogant, high-and-mighty, get-on-your-knees-and-suck-my-dick-because-I-don't-have-brakes line of thinking, thought it would be "totally hilarious" to mock me for even typing such a thing. I wasn't trying to "show off" or, god forbid, make anyone think I could POSSIBLY know as much as your educated self about the delicate art of riding a bike. I was simply following up on a conversation that you sure as hell were NOT part of.
Your snide remarks probably took a whole shitload of time to type, shouldn't you have been out somewhere spending money on a new 1-ounce frame or shortening your handlebars to the width of a toilet paper tube?
Go fist yourself,
Thea