Funny ha ha ha?

Around where I park my bike there have been some real lookers on occasion. I found a Trek Madone that might as well have been locked up with a shoe string, a grip of specialized road bikes complete with cateye speeometers etc., 2 Anchor track bikes and an assortment of other louis garneuxesque commuting bikes. Needless to say mine, with the stinky gloves drying on it, is the cheapest and ugliest. that was until yesterday. I arrived ahead of schedule due to giving the regular route some serious guns and blowing past a lot of gridlocked cars. While en route I sometimes imagine that I had the powers of Cyclop's brother, Havoc. He had the same shooty boom beam that Cyclops had but it came out of his chest and he could control it. So I wouldn't have to wear those wack glasses and look like a lost club douche that got on the wrong train. The power would be immense that I could clear any road of trucks, SUVs or unsuspecting families.

So I am locking up my soon to be cleaned velo when I peeped what could have turned me into stone. The ugliest bike known to man. The green funny bike, however, there was nothing funny about it. The difference between a hideous girl and this bike was that the bike looked like it would be the worst thing to ride ever with all the after pain in the crotchal region without any of the satisfaction. Why the hell would you need that kind of bike in the city unless you were to too scared to get a facial tat that says VOTE BUSH. Who needs that kind of negative attention anyway?