Bike love!

Bike love. It too has many splendors. Bike love takes on many forms and gyrations. This is one. Lets face it...we have all thought about it, this guy is pulling it off. On a rigid big-box bike no less. Still rocking the lead based Chinese-made water bottle the bike came with as well. This guy has a rear mounted kickstand for gods sake and still scoring with the babes. The air must be real thin in parts of Europe. That or the bird flu has ravaged all of Asia and is soaking into the Tuscan region. You could lock this bike up with a daisy chain of straws from McDonalds and still find it outside your dorm room in the morning. F*ing unbelievable !

Yes there is a difference between loving your bike and bike love. Loving your bike is a given. Lest you forget this reporter was one of the first to break this story of bike love gone wrong. I assume everone loves their bike (not like that) Unless you are stradling the E-bay gem that James T is currently. That bike has more disconcerting rides then a weekend at the neverland ranch.

Hot dirty bike love.

This next example however is a different kind of bike love altogether. This is the kind of bike i would love to happen across with about 3.5 Stellas in the tank. If this is your bike and it somehow crosses my path; simply trust that I will do the cycling world a favor and gladly put your popsicle stick spokes out of their misery starting with that poor excuse for a front. This isnt a bike, its a summer camp project gone terribly wrong.

There are moments/days that I pray my bike will love me back. Get me to the top of that next climb you creaking little carbon love machine. But some days she just wont, she cant. She is incapable of caring back no matter how many times I whisper sweet nothings into the top tube. You can love your bike. You can have bike love. (see above) You just cant expect your bike to love you back some days. But hey..two out of three aint bad.