Originally Posted by fractalsource
I stare at mine. I start it, and let it warm up. I turn it back off I clean it. I imagine new parts for it. I think of us, together. Alone. It is a bit alarming how obsessed a guy can get. I have never, ever, regretted the romantic thoughts I share with my bikes. The amount of money I have spent on them. - My friend does it, too. - If your not staring at your bike in your spare time, then maybe you need a different bike.
OK I'm in the middle of the restaurant having breakfast, read this and spend the next 10 min laughing so hard that tears are pouring down my face and my wife looking at me like I'm nuts. Then she reads it and is like OMG there are more of you. LOL... Dude! Your my kin.. lol
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