PART DEUX: SECOND CHANCE SECOND HAND BIKE
I bought another black, beat up, flea market piece o' crap bike. The first one was stolen just 3 weeks after I had bought it. I simpered, I whined, I blogged about it. The blog included a completely unrelated video of the Bicycle song by Queen. It was catharsis with a Capital ARSE. Damn it felt good.
Now I have another one. It is black. It is beat up. The lights don't work and the brakes are sheise, just like my previous bike (sob, sniff). So I decided to take my new/old bike on a long ride in the German and Polish countryside. Or rather, that was decided for me. As I mentioned in my previous bike blog: I ONLY OWN A BIKE TO CARRY BEER CRATES ON THE BACK RACK. But someone dared me, nay, DOUBLE* dared me. Anyone sense a theme here (crap, db, you say 'double,' 'deux' and 'second hand' more than anyone I know)?