Paths like these are what I live for. Here’s a boardwalk from a chill little loop outside of Boston.
Your Fellow Worker trash mammal wobbly luddite vermin burnout. ADHD, the really fucking annoying kind for both me and you. Fuck work, fuck cars, fuck corporations, and fuck me too. You’re probably okay, though, lets be friends.
Paths like these are what I live for. Here’s a boardwalk from a chill little loop outside of Boston.
Novice bike mechanic here, but a lifelong bike commuter/green collar grunt. I’ve worked in two bike shops so far, the first being a high-end recreation based shop with an uber-wealthy clientele that bought top-of-the-line carbon machines that they would ride into the fucking ground within a season or two, and the second caters to commuters, lifestylers, and where there is an outdoorsy lean, more x-bike or Crust style stuff. Sure, nothing under capitalism is free from sin, but it still seems to me if you want to go after cycling for being unsustainable, you need to go after the tastes of the wealthy that treat them like toys to shred as opposed to most transport and utility cyclists who, for the most part, are trying to squeeze every mile they can out of their components.
Well, that’s just good taste on Wike’s part! Those are OEM.