Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Cool bike goes to uncool home...

We get a lot of old shitters coming through the doors here at the shop, most of them uninspiring 'racing bikes' from the 70's and 80's. But last week this one was wheeled in by a kinda cute young lass with her hipster douchebag accomplice.

This really is a cool old bike, a BSA Stronglight, God knows where the young lady dug it up from (I'm sure she told us, but we were too amused by her weird little friend).

I'll let Josh loose on the poor fella's 'dress sense' or lack thereof.

People like this annoy me immensely; it's becoming increasingly difficult to hold back from verbally whipping them down in public. It's not enough that I have no appreciation whatsoever of their dress sense. It bewilders me that people have created a style out of looking as ridiculous as possible and go about their business thinking that they're cutting edge. The douchebag referred to above was wearing girls jeans that were too big for him, required braces (a 19 year old wearing suspenders? give me a break!) and tapered adsurdly from the knee down to his skinny ankles; his shirt was buttoned all the way to the collar and accentuated his lack of any apparent muscle tone; he was wearing shoes that were obviously bought at an op shop because they would go with his look, although in real life a 90 year old had probably owned them all his life and recently died in them; worst of all, his foppish hair poked out from beneath a blue beret worn at a jaunty angle.

This crap truly sickens me. Brett politely asked the girl how her bike was running, to which she replied that it was great, although the brakes didn't work very well at all; this wasn't seen to be a serious problem though, since the bike was only getting ridden around slowly on the flat. Come on. This is tantamount to admitting that it's just another accessory to be seen posing with. I could rant till my fingers cramp up on this one, but lunchtime's over and I have to get back to the freak show. Back to you, Brett.

Josh


How can I possibly top that? And here I was thinking that I was the king of intolerance... hail to the new king, Josh!

5 comments:

Flametop59 said...

I always think that the folks in the bike shop are judging me when I go in. Now it has been confirmed. :)

You should have included a picture of the couple. Like the guy in the kilt with leaky tube.

Josh said...

We'd never judge you! Unless you are a putzy little uni student freak!

Flametop59 said...

We have one living next door to us. My daughter and her friends call them "Scene People".

It is OK, I get judged all the time. Most recently by a guy with CerVelo TT Bike.

brettok said...

No-one on a Cervelo (especially a TT bike) has the right to judge a Langster rider...

Flametop59 said...

My thoughts exactly.