after being restless after the drive from Philly to Cleveland, I finally got to take Stealth for her inaugural Ohio ride tonight down to Coventry to meet a friend at Winking Lizard. yeah suburban rides.
anyway, onto the making-my-night part: on the way back, at the intersection of Coventry and Fairmount (for those of you who know the area; for those who don't, think typical upper-middle-class suburban residential area) I hear a dude in the car behind me yell "FIXED GEAR SUCKS!"
This is the last thing I expect to hear at 1215am in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. It kinda rocked.
(p.s. I replied with a lame "no it doesn't...")
(p.p.s. my return to my parents house was also amusing, in that I told my mom of the incident, who then told my dad, who asked "how do they know it's fixed gear?" I said "cus it only has one gear...and I clearly couldn't coast..." He said "well, I wouldn't be able to tell it only has one gear.")
(p.p.p.s. I locked my bike next to another fixie while I was out. that made me and, coming soon: possible conversion from the depths of the garage!)