I Made This!
And Then Some Ratfucking Wads of Monkey Spunk Stole It!
(may they get flesh eating virus on their tender parts and die the slowest of painful deaths)
(may they get flesh eating virus on their tender parts and die the slowest of painful deaths)
I fell in love with bicycles about a year and a half ago when I purchased a great three-speed cruiser. The joy I experienced on this bike was profound and I wanted to learn how to work on it myself and I thought building my own bike would be a great way to accomplish this.
I encountered a group of like-minded folks online and read what they had to say very carefully, planned the project and slowly began to acquire the necessary parts. By November 2007 I had everything I needed, but it was too cold and wet to paint. The first weekend in May I was home, I had the time and the weather was favorable. I primed and painted the frame and fork and the next weekend my good friend Tom helped me assemble in time to ride it to our fair town's local hippy festival.
It was way too small for me and certainly wouldn't win any races, but I made it from parts that I had gathered; parts that never would have become this particular bicycle without my time, effort and vision (such as it was) and I was proud of it.
Yesterday I finally got around to taking pictures of it and my lovely wife took pictures of me with it. I posted them to my Flickr account and I couldn't wait to share them with the friends and family.
This morning I went out to the bike rack to find that the cable lock tethering my creation to its larger cousin (a big cruiser that was to be a future project) had been cut and both bikes had been stolen.
Thieves should be made to experience significant pain. I wish the thieves of my bicycles could know the sick feeling of violation that comes with having their hard-earned work taken away. I guess that's the difference. Thieves don't work for anything so they don't care. I guess that's why slow bodily disfigurement is the only real punishment for theft. Watch your asses, douchebags. It may not be me, but I have to believe the Universe has some true pain in store for you pig-licking shit munchers.
die die die
(I apologize in advance for making any ill-informed generalizations about the laziness of thieves. It's always possible I could be wrong. If you're a thief and I've offended you, you can still go fuck yourself. Fuck yourself in the ass with a chainsaw, you fucking fuck.)
Thanks for playing.
I encountered a group of like-minded folks online and read what they had to say very carefully, planned the project and slowly began to acquire the necessary parts. By November 2007 I had everything I needed, but it was too cold and wet to paint. The first weekend in May I was home, I had the time and the weather was favorable. I primed and painted the frame and fork and the next weekend my good friend Tom helped me assemble in time to ride it to our fair town's local hippy festival.
It was way too small for me and certainly wouldn't win any races, but I made it from parts that I had gathered; parts that never would have become this particular bicycle without my time, effort and vision (such as it was) and I was proud of it.
Yesterday I finally got around to taking pictures of it and my lovely wife took pictures of me with it. I posted them to my Flickr account and I couldn't wait to share them with the friends and family.
This morning I went out to the bike rack to find that the cable lock tethering my creation to its larger cousin (a big cruiser that was to be a future project) had been cut and both bikes had been stolen.
Thieves should be made to experience significant pain. I wish the thieves of my bicycles could know the sick feeling of violation that comes with having their hard-earned work taken away. I guess that's the difference. Thieves don't work for anything so they don't care. I guess that's why slow bodily disfigurement is the only real punishment for theft. Watch your asses, douchebags. It may not be me, but I have to believe the Universe has some true pain in store for you pig-licking shit munchers.
die die die
(I apologize in advance for making any ill-informed generalizations about the laziness of thieves. It's always possible I could be wrong. If you're a thief and I've offended you, you can still go fuck yourself. Fuck yourself in the ass with a chainsaw, you fucking fuck.)
Thanks for playing.
posted by BoyJake at 2:05 PM
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