...so, I come out of the gym at U of T today, and I'm sitting having coffee with my friend when I look over where I parked and am like "why is my bike facing the opposite direction than I parked it"? Hilarity ensues. I'm stoked that the person is paying for the bent-to-shit clubmans and levers, but they were already only months old since it's the second fucking time in 6 months some oblivious mofo with an Iphone in one hand and a latte in the other has backed into it. In the very same parking spot. I don't know how you fail to notice a 600 pound motorcycle in front of or behind you. If I park it sticking out, cyclists cry about it. If I don't, Starbucks douchebags back over it. What's your system?
Fuck it, I'm centre justifying this shit.
PS: Tony, please return my emails about you-know-what. Still unresolved.
Fuck it, I'm centre justifying this shit.
PS: Tony, please return my emails about you-know-what. Still unresolved.