EPTHad to get a new one, some arab stole the last one.
However, as I entered these small shops with bikes all over the place there was something exactly the same in each of the four. Fat old men behaving strangely telling tales of all the bikes, mumbling most of it. I think i triggered it in all of them as i tend to ask rather vague question with endless answer possibilities about everything merely to make a conversation. I talked about 30 minutes of gibberish with each one, they are salesmen after all and can ramble on forever. But as a stoner I somehow nowdays can appriciate ANYTHING if the person sounds enthusiastic while telling me it.
So I ended up buying a 1924 bicycle, the oldest i could find. however, it had been standing in his window for 15 years and is totally rusted up and has this REALLY ancient charm to it. So now I've paid him 150$ to change everything so I can ride it, and 50$ for the bike. i'll get it next week. Don't know why i bought it, wasnt the cheapest or best bicycle but it had this strange attraction, to be riding an 85 year old bike, been there long enough that most owners of it are dead, which for some reason made it a mystery and I had to get it.
For a lock I got a long enough chain that I can put around the stem of a somewhat large tree, and thick as my wrist. And a huge lock I bought from one of the shops. Made in soviet russia, and bought by one of the old men in poland in 93'. Looks really retarded and will make bike thieves confused as hell by the mere look of it.
After this little 3 hour adventure or so i went to the music store to get some strings and i realised the surreal environment of used bikes repair/sale shops had rubbed off on me in a manner that i could only explain as being completely detached from reality and seeing everything from this third person perspective controlling oneself with a old 80's arcade joystick.
For the entire conversation with these men of music were insanely awkward and had these little pauses caused by slight misunderstandings, I quickly figured these old men had rubbed off on me so after i got the strings i got myself out of there in a hurry cause i now realised i had had a god damn 3 hour acid flashback LOL and when i closed my eyes saw strange patterns. Finally i understood why the hell i was totally SPACED out and felt out of this world. I'm still enjoying it, never thought they were real.
i refer to my previous blog a week or two ago.
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