Dear Unnamed Bike Gang,
Consider yourselves stepped to.
For serious. What’s up with you totally stealing our glory? This town’s not big enough for the both of us, and we don’t care if you guys have been around for a year, we’ve been around for weeks, WEEKS! And we’ve got a name, logo, and our own flickr tag. I read your article, you think that catwalk across the 110 is yours? We’ve been there. You have Treos? We have Treos, and Sony Ericssons, and Helios. Hell we might even have a damn sidekick in the group. You hang out in silverlake? We OWN Silverlake. You drink coffee? You don’t even know what coffee is! We drink enough coffee before 1pm to kill a small village in South East Asia. And by 8pm? Watch out Europe. You aren’t “trying to pretend to be O.G. track-bike-messenger-ultimate people.”? We don’t even know what that means!
And on top of all that, we blog. Where’s your blog tough guy? Didn’t think so.
The only resolution we can see, well, that doesn’t end in mass bloodshed, NWA played an uncomfortably loud volume, and neighborhood council meetings, would be for us to form some sort of bike gang alliance and take this town by storm.
You guys mull it over and let us know.