Totally TMI
Today I went out to get a bike. See, what with the car troubles and all, I need a way to get to school that I can deal with. I cannot deal with dragging my exhausted ass all the way to the unit carrying a library on my back.
So I went to get a bike. At Walmart (sorry world) because those are all preassembled and it's all good. So I get the bike, and a basket to carry shit in, and a helmet, and a squishy gel seat, and some streamers ^-^
Okay, this gel seat so does nothing for me. I'm going to have to go buy a second one and squeeze it over the first. I might as well have spiked glass down there as a hard rubber seat, for all it helps me ride the thing. Why do they make girls' bikes like this anyway? Is it too much to ask to get to work without screaming "OW MY VAGINA!"
O.O
waaaah
So I went to get a bike. At Walmart (sorry world) because those are all preassembled and it's all good. So I get the bike, and a basket to carry shit in, and a helmet, and a squishy gel seat, and some streamers ^-^
Okay, this gel seat so does nothing for me. I'm going to have to go buy a second one and squeeze it over the first. I might as well have spiked glass down there as a hard rubber seat, for all it helps me ride the thing. Why do they make girls' bikes like this anyway? Is it too much to ask to get to work without screaming "OW MY VAGINA!"
O.O
waaaah