
Today I had something taken from me, the only way to describe what it was like is using a metaphor: Imagine your building a bike starting with the frame, it may have scrapes and paint chips missing but it’s a solid frame. You order some cool parts to get it working and to look good. You spend time on it because it’s the only way to make it perfect, and running in good shape. The wheel turns, good! Does it brake? Yes? Excellent! You ride it to your friends house to show them and after you lock it up outside the bike gets ripped off. This person takes your bike adds $200 for a pair of velocity rims, $100 for a sweet tires that match the color of your rims, Plus a slew of other flashy shit that you can ride without. They’re taking your bike all over town now showing it off and taking credit for the project and your left with out a ride. Now I didnt get my bike taken from me but it sure does feel that way.



