If I were a rich man...

Yeah yeah, money does not buy happiness and beauty lies within and all the centerfold pinups want a man with a good sense of humor... that Hugh Hefner guy must tell a mean joke.
Anyway back to the money topic.
I can't say I'm poor; L and I make enough money to keep a nice roof above our head. We manage to feed LL and V (if they want to eat what we serve 'em) and they don't have to go around wearing rags. But whenever I look around on the gazillion bicycle websites to look at the beautiful pictures, I always come to the same conclusion; F*** me I have an expensive taste.
There are many nice bikes out there, at least as many (if not even more) as there are bills to pay.
I'm not a pro biker, I manage to do a few tricks with computers instead, but I like to ride my bike, and from time to time I wonder what it would be like to ride another type of bike. How about a nice full suspension mountain bike, or some dangerous looking freerider or a sweet singlespeed road racer or a...

Who am I fooling?
I don't have the money to spend on a new bike, and even if I did have all the money to buy every bike I lust after then I still wouldn't find all the time to ride all these beautiful machines, and nothing is as sad as a bike that just stands there, a bike that never gets taken out for a ride... yes there are things that are even more sad; three-legged puppies, drowned kittens, tour de france,... but you're missing my point.
I simply can not add to all this sadness, it would break my heart, but most of all it would break my bank account.
Stop the sadness, ride that bike and ride safe.

Change of diet

Chicken and Vino... is don't think so. I better get back to a straightedge lifestyle, it will save us a headache or two. Falling of your bike changes the structure of your red blood cells and Italy is the capital of Mexico. Hematology and geography completely rewritten. Fucking muppets.