I made a fixed gear bike yesterday. It's kinda crappy, but it works, and a little more love will make it awesome, I hope. Anyway, I rode it to school today. I forgot it doesn't have a lock on it (like my usual bike) so it's sitting at the rack vulnerable. If it gets horked I'll cry.
Also- the ridiculous little things that happen when you first ride these things: several times I tried to coast, and almost got shot off the bike. Good times.
Also- the ridiculous little things that happen when you first ride these things: several times I tried to coast, and almost got shot off the bike. Good times.
posted by Jonny at 8:58 AM
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good times, indeed.
i like how the term is 'fixed'. like they're broken and we have to fix them to make them acceptable.
NJ, late august?
big man.
at least if your bike gets horked i still got to learn the term "horked."
i downloaded a slayer album last night to hear what all the fuss was about. it's kind of dorky, but kind of rad too.
NJ, late august?
The bike got home safely, and me too. I think I'm getting the hang of it, or starting to. The bike is too damn small though. Perhaps I should shop around for a bigger frame.
NJ, late august? I dunno, I probably can't, but I'll keep it in mind.
Also, Ry, did you not see Strange Brew with us? You missed out.
nah, but i remember it being around the house. is that where horked comes from?
It is indeed.
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