Originally Posted by Gunmetal_Ghoul

I turned in my beach cruiser into my LBS (Coates Cyclery of Pomona, CA) for some adjustments but I had to leave it in for a couple days. They gave me a loaner bike to get home with: an old, black and half-corroded Schwinn mountain bike from the 90's with grungy white handlebars. It was the most ghetto piece of junk I ever rode, but it was a 3 mile ride back to my dorm. Paper sack, please. On my way back some random lady hollered a stop from across the street, but I came to an almost headlong skid that scared me silly thanks to the chromed rims. She walked across the street and asked me "Do you sell Tweak...Glass?" I was dumbfounded but replied with a spit-second "NOPE!" and took off with no further discussion. On my way I thought that I as a professing Christian trying to live the life I was not dressed like some low-life drug dealer (I wore nice jeans, collared shirt, khaki sweater, and Ocean Pacific moccasins), but the bike was a clear tipoff. A few weeks later after turning in the junker (not junkie) I drove to get a haircut through the seedy part of town. I then saw the exact same bike racked on a bus eastbound on Holt Avenue, and that was the last I saw of that bike. If that bike could talk....