Hey Baby,
You, black bike, pedal pushers, tattoo on your leg, CCT.
Me, Schwinn, same, on your ass. Which was very nice I might add.
Your fixed gear caught my eye. Sexy flat black frame. Chunky chain. Sticker I couldn’t read.
You, ditto. Nice engine. Army green pants to the knee. Adorable canvas bag.
Cruising the trail, not a care in the world, wind in our…helmets. Our cadence in sync.
Whawhawhaaaa. What? DTNCTR (drag the needle cross the record)
Coasting? There’s no coasting in biking. Especially not FIXED gear biking. Is that a SS?? Whawhawaaaa! You're single. I'm fixed.
Oh hell. Attraction fleeting. You say either, I say neither; let's call the whole thing off.
Thanks for the draft.
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She had cute short red hair and the sticker read "ONE LESS CAR".
Ah...we meet again
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