Originally Posted by Eprobungs

Looks like I came here way too late. I'll chip in anyway.

Why?

Dead souls.

Many a long dead master craftsmen are turning in their grave,
wondering what wrong they must've done to deserve this hellish
punishment lashed out by the legion of Drewsters.

They search in their soul, day and night.
They find small sins but, nothing befitting this unbearable torment.
All the care. All the attention to detail. All the hard work: their life work.
Its undone, ruined, belittled. The work they've poured their soul into.
Horribly mutilated, brutalised with a file, garishly spray bombed and
thrown in velocipede hell alive. All without a thought. Without hesitation.

The soul-wrecking goes on, no end in sight.
All the while, clowns rejoice in the atrocity exhibition.
Rolling idiocy roams the street. Business as usual, world without end.


Gosh, I sux at writing...
Anyway, nothing personal. Absolutely no offence intended.
I'm in a bit of pessimistic mood today. So, the thought of
another C&V beaut getting her raison d'etre denied and dumped
into the hipster kettle makes me more depressed is all.

<rant>
I find fixie conversion a rather disrespectable and tasteless thing to do.
But, ultimately, its the owners call. Nothing I can do.
The horrible thing is, I know in my heart, that if I were 20something
I'd probably be part of the scene not giving a darn about anything and
totally unwilling to listen to others with different views.
I'd be Drewing, and be getting a kick out of those who get offended.
I'm now way past that stage. Maybe sense comes with age. Maybe not.
There is just no use expecting good from people(me included). </rant>