CALLING OUT THE BIKEBEATERS
IT'S ALWAYS SOMEWHAT SHOCKING TO ME, the bikes I see at the start line. No, I'm not talking about bikes made of pure unobtainium, with parts so light...
... they'd float away if not weighed down by the rider.
Anybody with a credit card can get one of those.
I'm talking about the poor wobbly, dirt encrusted, teeth missing rides that...
... belong to the bikebeaters.
For sure, I get the idea of a dusty machine meant to throw the competition off.
Upon closer inspection, we see the drivetrain is pristine, wheels true and perfectly tensioned, and, if we could see 'em, ceramic bearings...
... for a frictionfree glide.
That's not what a bikebeater brings to the starting line.
These bikes look like they haven't been loved for years.
Put away dirty.
Neglected.
Forlorn.
Yet, somehow, the bikebeaters ain't too proud to show their rigs...
... no shame.
Or is it awareness?
Maybe they are just one solid, race ruining mechanical failure away from the truth.
If ya take care of yer ride...
... ya can ride 'er fast and far, forevah!
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