Whilst paying for a packet of 10 Marlboro ‘lights’ at my local off license’ last night I heard “Yo! How much your bike was!?” This poor use of the English language had come bellowing indoors towards me from one of the three youths stationed outside like a verbal tsunami and I replied accordingly. “Mind your own business son”.
After the smoking materials had been gained and my change emptied into my pocket I returned to my parked bicycle outside to be met again with “How much?” and my answer was the same.
The brief conversation that followed between these three boys and myself brought us to the untimely conclusion that the Purple 1989 Duell track pursuit bicycle that I was using was actually “shit” and worth no more than £50 in today’s money and that their cousins Carrera “racer” was blatantly ten times better than mine as he had bought his from Halfords. I had absolutely no come back. Actually he did say that my saddle was “Sick eni” which apparently means that it is pretty good… bonus. We finished up, threw a couple of soft curses at each other and went on our way, smiling.
Now then, joking aside they actually did think that their cousins Carrera was ten times better than mine and why wouldn’t they. Beauty is, after all in the eye of the beholder.
Which leads me to these. Some photos from a gallery Hardy sent me via email a while ago with the title ‘Crap but good’.
Photographs taken from Custom Star Japan.