All I wanna do is ride my bikes. Road, MTN. It don't matter. Just so long as I'm riding.
Look at all those happy bums on the old 10 & 12 speeds at the city park. Oh so happy! Vintage bikes leaning on a hundred year old oak tree along with a few other bum's while those lucky bums share a bottle of MD 20/20. If thier to drunk to ride to the shelter they just unroll thier sleeping bags and crash right there at the park. In the morning a friendly cop wakes them all up and sends them on thier merry way. The hobo rider then rides to the nearest shelter on his trust worthy bike. And then trades it for another bottle of MD 20/20.... Hell, this isn't what is suppose to happen! .
Okay... I wish I owned a bike shop!