My housemate recently gaffa taped (“Gaffa tape, every musician’s best friend”) his plug in iPod speaker to the front of his bike. This is the bike that sits in our hallway collecting dust and spiderwebs, that has been taken out of the house on all of about 3 occasions since we moved in. Each time to a party, where it was left, and collected by car the next day. It’s a lifestyle thing.
On a sunny Sunday afternoon recently, my housemate announced that it was a perfect day for riding around with his mini boom box and lying in the park.
Me:
Yeah, you haven’t been riding much lately, it’s a good day for a ride.
Him:
Yeah, the brakes on my bike are broken. Didn’t I tell you about that? I’ve sunk so much money into my that thing.. it’s vintage. That’s the problem with having pretentious hipster sensibilities.
