As promised, I was able to find a pretty pimpin' bike this weekend out in Santa Monica. I was little disapointed the lady in front of me took the last pink one, but I still think this sky blue one with the wide seat and high beachcruiser handlebars is still pretty kickin.'
Now that my brother is getting a bike rack put on his new car (that whore got an X5!) I'm all fired up about riding. In fact, last night I tried to buy a dazzling red beachcruiser for myself, but found out that most beachcruisers don't come with hand brakes. They all come with those brakes like the ones you had on your very first bike (where you reverse your foot motion to stop the bike). Very, very wierd. Hell- why not add training wheels on there too? I mean, if you're gonna look like an a**, why not go all out? That's my theory anyway. So now I'm not quite sure what kind of bike I'm going to get, but once I find one and some cheap 'roids (since I think it's a biking prerequisite to use them), I'll be set.
Check out how beautiful Santa Monica is (see below). We rode from this point up to Venice and got to enjoy all the freaky street performers (my next goal- to krump for cash on the beach). On days like these, I love California.