Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black)…
Subject: First they gentrified my neighborhood…
…then they got my hobbies:
“Yeah, the basket is totally essential,” said Jessica Torres, a 22-year-old freelance graphic designer with tangled, sand-colored hair who was hanging out in McCarren Park in Williamsburg on Sunday, Sept. 2. Nearby lay her copper Raleigh bicycle with, yes, a steel-colored basket attached under the swooping handlebars. “I like putting my purse and stuff in there, and sometimes I’ll put my roommate’s dog in there,” she said.
“He’s a Chihuahua and he looks sooooo cute in there.” (Bells are also popular.)” observer.com
Linked from BikeSnob.
Screw it, I’m bailing out, time to start selling complex financial instruments to these patchouli-sniffing dolts.
Once the “cool kids” get their hands on it, there is one foot in the grave already.
Whats the next big thing? 29ers, fixed gears, peanut butter sandwiches?
Fuck it. I’m calling it now. The next big thing is my kick ass hot pink Moser.
That bike is so badass ya’ll might as well bow.by