Our boys Response & Pistol Pete are seeing the world.
And, keeping it real.
So, me’n Pistol Pete are cruising our piley rental bikes down the seafood boardwalk. Odd open air BBQ fish joints with Russian menus and cheap plastic tables spring up along the seawall at night. We are sniffing the savory sizzlings of various sea creatures and enjoying the slow evening cruise.
Suddenly my crank arm loosens and falls off within one rotation.
“Oh Yeah!” I yell, as I stop and look around for the now missing nut that once held the cheesy steel crank arm to the 3 piece bottom bracket of my leased bike.
We are now stopped in front of a little table full of hand crafted local jewelry. The girl running the table smiles wide but shows genuine concern as she inspects my broken bike.
“Just throw it in the sea!” she chimes with the biggest grin.
Pistol Pete and I look at the girl in awe.
“She’s a fucking genius!” says Pete.
“I couldn’t agree more!” I say while nodding my head at the girl.
We both smile at her and start estimating the distance from the wall to the ocean.
I bought some bracelets from the girl, then limped my piley rental bike back to the hotel.