Chase Me

So that billfold of ridiculous links that pop up in the early morning brought me something so completely pursuit-gasmic today. This is a 3Rensho death pursuit, photo courtesy of njs export. What's worse is licking your computer screen to Ratatat's Lex:

650c and Ethics

God I hate April Fools' Day. Maybe it's because I'm horrible at pulling destructive and borderline homosexual pranks on people close to me or maybe it's because getting maple syrup on my ass while I'm on the toilet doesn't put me in a vengeful mood. So to all you apes out there go fuck yourself and leave my stuff alone. 

On a finer note, it seems 50 cent has yet again bandwagoned to the next thug sysmbol. Check these flashing lights lights lights lights.

I guess the pompously golden the better, but god does gold plated look weak next to the modern aged boeing that is Mr. West's gold and blue munster (Who doesn't love campy shamal and blue deep v's on a Cinelli?):

I guess I have to deal with ideals sometime or another. Let's be honest, I might have had to bite the bullet a bit and put myself out there but it's only because I was festering inside for a local blog that would gain international attention like all these other deadbeat streetfix/high-top/graphic tee based blogs swirling around the web. God knows I read rodafixa everyday.

However, this is and isn't that blog for Gainesville, Florida.

So please send me links, please post, please interact and please enjoy the communal eyes of this huge fucking bicycle community. Above all else, please enjoy your bicycle: derailleurs, rims, drops, baskets, fenders, frog lights and all.