I've always mentioned to many including those who ready this diary of my obsession with bicycles. black bicycles in particular. I made the most 'bitch-like' sound when i saw this bicycle and decided [naturally] that I just had to have it. Like most big dreamers with balances that get a dent everytime you swipe, I've decided to gift it to myself for my 25th birthday. Shit! 25. I know I've freaked out in my head before but writing it out somehow makes it sound even worst. As I wrote that my shoulders completely dropped. Anyways, it's remarkable how time flies by and I'm more excited with the shit that has come with it. Let the riding begin, boys!
P.S. Of course I'd already be planning next Spring/Summer when winter hasn't really yet hit.
x
WM
