I once had a dream in which I was stuck in one of those four-person bike cars with Lance at the steering wheel (because where else would he be, right?). He was kind of an asshole, kept shouting at us to "pedal faster, you fuckers - we can't lose the lead!" We would stop occasionally, and Lance would get out to tag palm trees in yellow spray paint: LANCE. I don't remember whether we had a destination, but eventually, we rode off the end of the Santa Barbara pier, and the dream devolved into something about training sharks to perform tricks with beachballs.
Oh, and that's a neat video, too. Word up, trike culture!
nathansnider04.22.08 - 3:00 am
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