Originally Posted by
Scrodzilla
Riding home last night from a twelve-hour work day, I encountered another fixed-gear guy approaching on the opposite side of the road about a half-mile from my house. He yelled "Hey man, nice Kilo!" as we passed. By the time I yelled "Thanks!" I had forgetten how exhausted I was and rode the rest of the way home with a smile on my face.
Thats what Im talkin' about!
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You see, their morals, their code...it's a bad joke, dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down, these...These "civilized" people...they'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve