One can find the most entertaining items whilst scouring the internet for hours on end. I for one seem to end up on the sites that request a credit card for some reason and due to my limited knowledge and success in the world of finance, i am usually required to turn back like an alpine climber attempting the summit only to find the weather is neither kind nor forgiving. That aside, the sheer amount of information a dedicated forager can gather about something as simple as lets say...bicycle gangs, can be as voluminous as the afore-mentioned alpine peak. You will find the good, the bad, and the real, real ugly!
Stumbling upon this picture for me was a lot like you walking in on your wife or girlfriend going at it with your best friend. You feel a sense of betrayal, disgust, a hint of curiosity and then you just get plain mad. I can appreciate that this marginalized person in society feeling the need to ride a mutant, ball-smashing, chopper as part of your bike gang, but why drag an American icon like your friendly neighborhood Spider-man into the cesspool with you? Lose the costume until you are handily landing on the podium of a few local Cat 1 races or better yet; take up a more honest hobby like robbing convenience stores.
This one is less about the unappealing sense of graffiti and more about missing an opportunity. The "artist", and trust me I use the term in the loosest of sense of the word, obviously failed to properly convey his feelings to the concrete effectively. His first shortcoming was to place the picture improperly on the canvas by starting the painting at the top and then running the bottom bracket and half the wheels into the ground. No points for style on the chosen font either, and the dagger that is purportedly there to add support the threatening phrase "ride or die" should actually read "ride or get a nasty little poke from this sharp thingy"
Lets take a closer look at the most interesting category of the three....the real ugly.
Stumbling upon this picture for me was a lot like you walking in on your wife or girlfriend going at it with your best friend. You feel a sense of betrayal, disgust, a hint of curiosity and then you just get plain mad. I can appreciate that this marginalized person in society feeling the need to ride a mutant, ball-smashing, chopper as part of your bike gang, but why drag an American icon like your friendly neighborhood Spider-man into the cesspool with you? Lose the costume until you are handily landing on the podium of a few local Cat 1 races or better yet; take up a more honest hobby like robbing convenience stores.
There are so many things wrong with this picture/scene i don't really know where to start. I feel dirty looking at it for too long and yet find myself being drawn back to it like a rubbernecking commuter, hoping to see a severed arm or crushed foot under the roadside wreckage for no other morbid reason other than having something interesting to talk about once i get to work. I believe this photo warrants a cataloged breakdown of its numerous visual offenses.
First. Tall bikes are the human equivalent of pec implants. You take something that, admittedly may not be perfect, then weld double the mass to it and make something monstrous. Alot of readers might make the assumption that tall bikes are made, that isnt always the case, they can be the spawn of cast off double-butted chrome moly cast offs left too long to their own devices. as pictured below. Leave this pile for three to four months and when you come back, low and behold what do we find here? A tall bike at the bottom of the dung heap.
Second: The village people look died with hula-hoops and only works for Bikers with questionable moral backgrounds.
Third:WTF is with the shaving and or whipped cream.
Fourth: The only place you will find a group of guys jousting is the only place you will find a bigger group of guys with less of a firm grip on reality. A Renaissance festival
This one is less about the unappealing sense of graffiti and more about missing an opportunity. The "artist", and trust me I use the term in the loosest of sense of the word, obviously failed to properly convey his feelings to the concrete effectively. His first shortcoming was to place the picture improperly on the canvas by starting the painting at the top and then running the bottom bracket and half the wheels into the ground. No points for style on the chosen font either, and the dagger that is purportedly there to add support the threatening phrase "ride or die" should actually read "ride or get a nasty little poke from this sharp thingy"
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