Choose life. Choose fixing. Choose no gears. Choose no brakes. Choose a f***ing big chainwhip, choose hamstrings like hawsers, old steel frames, large flange hubs and 1/8" chains . Choose cruising through red lights, cappuccinos and one-fingered salutes. Choose components from eBay. Choose a garage full of bikes, only 2 of which work. Choose weird friends. Choose Rapha jackets and SPD shoes. Choose sprockets in in a range of f***ing sizes.. Choose 48 x 18 and wonder what the f*** you're doing at 150rpm. Choose sitting in the saddle looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing traffic, stuffing f***ing PowerBars into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, wittering about gear ratios in some miserable cafe, nothing more than an embarrassment to the ferret-faced junior roadies they spawned to replace you. Choose your future. Choose fixing.
