Last week or so I was walking my bike down 9th St in the Philadelphia Italian Market (an open air fruit, veggie, meat, fish, etc market that spans a few city blocks if you don't know) looking for diiner ingredients when a tallish somewhat unkempt African American looking gentleman walked up next to me and asked in terribly broken English, "How much does a bike like that cost?" A litte sketched out I answered, "I dunno. I bought the parts separately and put it together myself." He replied, "That's fixed gear, huh?" Surprised I said "Yes." He said "I acan tell.. a bike like that.. no brakes... I'm from Jamaica. We used to ride fixed gear all over the place." I was pleasantly amused. "We would stop like this," he said as he made a motion of pulling up on his top tube. "By pulling up on your top tube?" I asked incredulously. He confirmed. From there we just sort of smiled, said goodbye and parted ways.