Our friend Blake (possibly the most grizzled looking optometrist-to-be to walk the streets of Fort Lauderdale) is so excited about his new fixed gear bike that all his talk rubbed off on me, and I’m looking for one of my own. Matte black frame, black hardware, black wheels.
We decided to take it onto the roof of a friend’s seventh story loft and take some pictures overlooking the city. That didn’t last long.
When you can’t ride your bike on the roof without the whole neighborhood getting upset, the terrorists have won.













by Daniel
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