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Dear Fixed Gear Bicycle Enthusiasts -

I grew up in a small town in California's eastern Mojave Desert called Ridgecrest. When I was a kid, it usually took anything "cool" to materialize with the popular kids about a year or two after it was big in an urban, more metropolitan area. No Fear and Hypercolor t-shirts are a good example. When they arrived in Ridgecrest, people lost their minds and everyone had to have one (myself included), and everyone thought they were hot shit. The trend continues today as my beloved sister is obsessed with Ugg boots and talks about them constantly, often referring to them in myspace quizzes (sooooo 2006!).

To get to the point, I discovered today that fixed gear bicycles along with the small-billed cap/messenger bag/knuckle tattoo style has officially reached this hard-to-find, easy-to-miss mecca of everything that sucks about the planet.

Your day in the sun is over. Time to move on to something else. It's official, and I'm sorry.


ps - I used to really want a fixed gear bike, so call me a hypocrite. However, I also used to really think having visible tattoos on my body was a good idea, too, and now I can't even leave the house without a sweater on.