It’s stated that fortune favors the daring, however extra usually it usually appears to want the ignorant and/or unwitting, like when somebody who doesn’t know something about bikes finds a pleasant one at a thrift retailer:
[Link to story is here, but the website’s kinda weird, and you’re better of just reading the Reddit thread on which the story is based.]
So what’s the bike? It’s a Kestrel 4000, the exact same mannequin upon which I bravely traversed the Swiss Alps:
And freegans in every single place rejoiced over this miracle:
I want I too may discover inspiration on this serendipitous discovery, however to me it’s simply proof that we reside in an chilly and arbitrary universe through which the hapless are rewarded by random likelihood and people who attempt to be righteous should endure the trials of Job–or, to place it one other approach, WHERE’S MY $35 KESTREL??? These bikes have nice significance in my private cosmology, and I’m in all probability the one bike owner left in the whole world who really appreciates them, and but I despatched the one I used to be driving again to Basic Cycle in a virtuous act of self-denial:
Oh, certain, I’ve plenty of different bikes. And sure, classic highway bikes do exactly present up at my doorstep. Oh, and okay, somebody even provided me a free Kestrel 4000 body, although it’s a measurement too massive so I’ve been loath to say it. Even so, I implore the Nice Lobster On Excessive, “Why hast thou fosaken me?”
By the best way, I’ve been worshipping a Lobster God since December of 2009, however now I’ve to cease, as a result of somebody’s taken that from me too:
[I wouldn’t recommend visiting the site, but if you insist feel free to utilize an Internet search engine.]
For 15 years I’ve been religious, and now right here come these false prophets with their crass commercialism and their “save the planet” crap:
That’s it, we’re by way of:
Simply kidding!
Thanks for studying, trip protected this weekend, and hold an eye fixed out when driving previous these yard gross sales.
Love,
Tan Tenovo
