This morning we wake up and celebrate Peeps. Sugar coated marshmallow birds with availability in several unnatural colors carrying no nutritional value deserve a celebration. But it isn't really about Peeps is it? What is Easter?Oh yeah, that guy.
This seller must know that sex sells, but he can't find any so why not use the next best thing. Trash! I dig how the Power Climber leans seductively against the tire pile, as if to say: "I suck hard, I'm lonely, and I'm bouncy. 25 bucks!" If this guy could have waited another ten minutes for the dog to come along and lift a leg to piss on the drive train, he would have had a bidding war on his hands. He must have sold the small block that was sitting in his front yard, so no longer needs the bike and the 3 tires to keep the tarp over it from blowing away.
This looks to be a good time. I think I'm going to ride whatever bike looks to be the most fun that day. No kickstands. Bring your bags of blood. I had the honor of going back and forth with Kittens and some of these other vikings all last year in mtb and cross races, so kicking back in a Madison park after 62 miles of carnage with cold suds on hand,... sounds like a mighty fine spot.