Crawling Out of the Toilet

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Let me start by saying I would slather my balls all over this bike, then shred the everloving shit out of it with what the Dutch call “a huge fucking boner.”

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Spit in my mouth.

It’s irrational and people might cross the street if they saw me doing it, but I can’t help myself. Part of my job requires me to look at bike stuff all day long. Sounds like a pretty good gig, and it is, but it’s sort of like going home for Christmas and mom pulls out all the stops: ham, potatoes, pies everywhere, all your favorite snacks and treats…and all you can do is sit back and look at it. None of it’s for you.

Goddamn. That lust. new balance 801
That bike lust.

I’ve got it bad.

I can’t afford this particular bike (or any new bike, for that matter), so for the moment I’ll just sit here and dream about it. Talk dirty to it. “I’d shred the fuck out of you. I’d throw you off drops and rail you into the corners.” It makes me feel gross. I love it.

Not that my current ride ain’t right purdy. I dig my 29er hardtail. She’s a beaut:

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But, ya know, I want some squish in my life. You can debate all day long about 26 inch versus 27.5 inch versus 29 inch, but really the only solution is to have at least one of each. Because we don’t just own bikes, do we? We’ve got a fucking problem. We should be in therapy. We are cyclists. Bikers. Fucking wankers who spend every last dime on cheap beer and two wheels. You know that scene in Trainspotting when Ewan McGregor climbs into the toilet to get the drugs he needs? Climbs out covered in shit? Yeah. That’s us. Two-wheeled crackheads.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m rambling on about. I’m just going to go back to wanking over hot photos of bikes and try not to shit my pants like George Brett.

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About D2

I am a writer and a photographer. I never killed a man in Reno, but I once rode a bike through a casino in Vegas. Bikes are cool, huevos rancheros are for breakfast, whiskey is for dinner. Denver, Colorado, USA

6 Replies to “Crawling Out of the Toilet”

  1. Your el mariachi looks so fucking fun to shred. Bike lust is bike lust, but you’ve got a sweet capable jammer already. Clinch your butt and toss that bike into anything.

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  3. I have an orange el-mar too, I love it. Hardtail 29″ will be always be my first choice. I had to ride my backup, a 26″ ht, was pouty about it at first, but I still had a smile on my face after I got going. I’ve been looking at the FS 27.5 bikes at the shop but I can’t justify the $ for what would be a backup to the el-mar.

  4. Don’t get me wrong, I love the El Mariachi. I would never let that baby go. Just sayin’ it could use some more company in the stable…

  5. I’ve always wondered what would happen when you google: bike, drunk, and “spit in my mouth.”