Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Stupid Bike Lust

When I was in Chicago a few months back I had an opportunity to meet my friend Angela’s boyfriend Jacob. I actually spent quite a bit of time with him, as we often happened to be in the same place at the same time. Seemed like a pretty cool guy – friendly and amusing. Rumor has it he’s even a kick ass chef, and no one who speaks German cooks could be an evil man. Unfortunately he’s also an asshole… but maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. Because Jacob just sent me this – a picture of his new Bianchi Pista fixie, complete with flip-flop hub. Bastard.


Angela said...

Yes, it's true, and I have taken a backseat to the bike in Jacob's life. Now it's the bike that he caresses, kisses, and sings sweet lullabies to.

R. J. said...

I think Jacob might be making a mistake caressing the bike instead of Angela.
(I sure hope she reads that and thinks I am all gallant and stuff and then also tells girls that I am all gallant and stuff, because, let's face it, the only reason I am not caressing a bike that would make me look that cool is because I don't have one.

Angela said...

R.J., I agree- Jacob's neglect is just foolish. Doesn't he realize I could potentially provide all the fun of a bike ride, and then some?

Only a gallant man, like yourself, would see his silly mistake.