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My bike is an attention whore. Every time I take it somewhere, and leave it for more than 5 minutes, I come back to people standing there staring at it. Menards, The local bar, the grocery store, AutoZone. Everywhere. People even pull up a lights, roll down the window, and tell me they LOVE my bike. I take it all in stride. I have already learned to give yourself an extra 10 minutes for every time you have to stop. Because someone, inevitably will stop and want to look / talk to you, about your bike.
I get the feeling I'm not alone in this perdicament.
P.S. I use the term Whore, as a term of endearment.
I get the feeling I'm not alone in this perdicament.
P.S. I use the term Whore, as a term of endearment.