Originally Posted by
BFisher
Fred and Steve walk into a bar.
Steve says to Fred as they sit down, "Look, bro...your bike is ancient and that T-shirt/New Balance 624 kit is lame. Can you even climb on that heavy, old, piece of crap? Was that a freewheel?!"
Fred replies, "Oh, ok! Mister no mirror, no lights, lycra whizz bang hot shot. Got enough gears back there, or has your new group already reached its expiration date?”
The argument gets louder and louder until the guy sitting on the next stool down finally has had enough.
“Guys, please! Some of us are trying to relax here. Besides, you both have more bike than you could ever possibly need. Give me an hour out in my shed and both of those bikes will be free of all that unnecessary junk the bike shop ripped you off on.”
Fred and Steve reply in unison, “Who the hell are you?”
The guy says, “The name’s Drew. I’m a bike mechanic.”