The bike "comes in colors like orange, and teal and yellow — perfect for the demographic, right? Sure enough, it turns heads. I got compliments at stop lights and from passers-by while locking it up. Granted, mine had the limited edition “Animal Collective” paint job."
That is the #1 priority on which I base all my decisions. A cool paint job. But don't worry, these bikes weren't meant to last. After about a year they fall apart. Which is perfect, because one year is roughly the amount of time these transplant flyover state Sherlock Holmes impersonators last in Brooklyn before they realize painting 40's, pouring coffee twice a week, and dressing up in their best/worst steam punk attire and playing banjo in the Bedford Street subway station wont cover the maintenance fees on your $2 million Billyburg loft.
This bike is a piece of pretentious crap that only appeals to non bike riding weekend warriors douchebag attention drawing hipsters. No self respecting bike rider would ever be caught dead on one. Fucking Animal Collective.
There goes Ethan biking to his sustainable urban graffiti knitting class. |
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