I remember the first time I laid eyes on her… time froze. She was the apex of perfection, slick, soft, light - gorgeous. It was as though she had been built for me. As I held her, I never wanted to let go. I was utterly love-struck, but I knew she could not be mine for she belonged to another. Therefore I did my very best to block her out from my mind. It was sometime early last year, when I still held my title at Sixty Canada as Assistant Buyer.
Now, it is spring once more and the warm breeze has triumphantly pushed her back into my memory. There is no repressing it this time. All I can do is gaze down at the dry asphalt as desire consumes me once more. She, the love-child of
Bianchi and
ACNE, is my bicycle soul-mate and I MUST have her – gushhhhh.
Together we are going to rip this city to shreds. I LOVE BIKES.
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