I feel dirty. Probably the same way that Eddie Murphy felt when he was arrested for soliciting a transvestite bobbing for apples. Although not as drastic as tranny fornication I feel just as vile….I bought a mountain bike and I’ve been riding it….a lot.

Some might not view this as perverse. I know of roadies that spend hours ripping single track, wearing a visor and letting their Boarder Collie urinate all over the back seat of their Lezbaru. They would say that my behavior is perfectly normal.

I’ve come to realize that the evaluation of behavior and the legitimacy of the term “normal” is relative to the people critiquing said activities. Example: If a grown man were to wear a mauve V neck draped over one shoulder, Capri pants and a pompous mustache in a clever attempt to define his androgynous image– most would think, “He rides a fixie”. When in reality, he is just the weirdo pervert that drives the ice cream truck around my block.

The point is I need to be less judgmental and more understanding of different experiences. I would never want to offend the weirdo pervert ice cream truck driver by calling him a weirdo pervert fixie rider. Peoples feelings can be hurt…or at least that’s what I’m told.

I could have sworn I started this post as a confession to my mountain bike addiction?! Oh well, moral of the story is fixie riders still bob for apples.

Rusty Chain