It’s new bike day!
In reality?
It’s ‘new to me’ bike day - an old bike made new with a new chain, repurposed derailleur, shifters, cables grips, seat and the like.
I may have spent a hundred dollars on it.
But it was in the hands of Zeke and it feels new.
It’s my commuter bike - a humble steed created to ride to and from work at my new gig in the arse end of the arsehole city of Halifax.
There’s a place called the ‘peninsula’. Around eighty thousand people live there but if you’d listen to many of them you’d think you’d fallen into the centre of the cuntiverse.
It’s where all of the fancy people - the management class live.
I’m over in Dirty Dartmouth - where they put the blue collar and cannon fodder.
Anywho - this bike that is new?
It’s kinda like a chicken coop of bikes.
The best chicken coop are built with all of the left over scraps of wood and bullshit you find in your yard.
Why?
The damn thing is just getting covered in chicken shit. Within five years you’re going to want to set it on fir…
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