I love when sports happen bc then I have conversation starters for at least a month or two :3 like yaaay new dialogue options! :D
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I love when sports happen bc then I have conversation starters for at least a month or two :3 like yaaay new dialogue options! :D
Maybe it was drastic parts per million change in diesel smoke content of the nearby region, or maybe it was the presence of a new Rat King, but the clouds and rain were scared off for another beautiful Junk parade. People picked out their dumb bikes and rode through the scenic, pot-hole-less, Wisconsin countryside. A pleasant change from the streets of Chicago. Fun was had. Skin was burned. Locals were proven wrong about being able to do wheelies on that chopper.
Swim Bike must being getting close, everyone wants a new bike for the big day! Amanda came to Bummer City' backyard to build her first smalltall. Bikes were chopped, bikes were welded, drop tests were performed and fun was had. In the end there was a bouncing baby small tall to ride around in the moonlit alley. Hooray bikes.
Max finally turned his very first dumpstered bike into a smalltall. Introducing the Bum Bucker.
Its that time of the year with St. Ratrick's approaching the desire to have a new or first freak bike out weighs the desire to stay inside. So you wait till its a warm day, something in the double digits and head to the unheated uninsulated garage.
Reg Meg imported her frames from the tundra of Jeeferson. With the garage door frozen shut she headed to the outdoor pile and with the help of Max she got to the bottom of the pile of to discover that the chain ring of her desired bike had sunk into the once soft ground and now required a battle to pull out. After a lot of back and forth the bike was released from the ground and brought back to Chicago where she could work in slightly above zero temperatures and wire feed welder.
After 4 visits to the Barberchop and a lot of frozen fingers her bike was completed, well sort of. Although a smalltall this bike is much too tall for her and the pedals cannot be reached (can you spot the other fundamental problem with this bike?) So its back to Wisconsin to finish it up at the Real Fun Home so it can compete at Love is Dead.
Where is my patience? I cannot erase this. It lives inside me and it will die with me. This gap between us grows on. The last thing I want to do is move on.