A friend of mine in Oakland told me that the latest street craze in his town is custom low-rider tricycles that have massive sound systems built into them. He tells me that when he stops at a red light they come out into the middle of the street, do a bunch of circles blasting music the whole time and then split. While my friend seems slightly annoyed I can't think of a better way to spend my thirty seconds at the light. Some of these toddler dream machines are real works of art. See what I mean after the jump.
Without further ado...let's see exactly who it is that's tearing up the streets with their mobile boom boxes.
I can't imagine what something like that would cost. I also question the psychological state of an adult who wants to tool around town on a tricycle no matter how tricked out it may be. Obviously these cyclists are one part immature adult who never got their childhood out of their system, one part exhibitionist, one part music lover, one part DJ, and I guess there may also be a chance that they are one part car-less or at least environmentally-correct and green.
If they could simply drop just one of their wheels they may become as obsessed as Freddy Mercury:
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
You say black I say white
You say bark I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is...
You say bark I say bite
You say shark I say hey man
Jaws was never my scene
And I don't like Star Wars
You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don't believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is...
Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
Finally, there really is no better way to learn how to ride a trike and go deaf at the same time, but if it's "No Parking on the Dance Floor" or "Freak-a-zoid" blasting from behind your banana seat I guess we can let it slide.
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