When gas reaches $245 per gallon. When gas is no longer available at the pump. When gas is worth more than water. You’ll wish you'd bought that bicycle at that yard sale last summer. If you haven’t gathered this already, I don’t give a shit about gas prices. And if you want to tell me that even though I don’t drive a car, gas prices affect many things in my life, like the price of my FedEx deliveries or the price of my bananas at Safeway or the price of my ink cartridges at Office Depot. Yeah whatever. OK. Sounds good. So what. When gas goes sky high. All I need is a patch kit, some duct tape, a few zip ties and I’m good to go.
And on that same line I’d like to take a moment to think about the not-so-far off MadMax days. I am very partial to Australian Cattle dogs. They’re smart, very smart, painfully intelligent and intuitive, tough as nails and would make a worthy companion when the shit goes down.
But mostly I'd like to warn you that the flatbar tribe will dominate in the gas-free world. drop bars are functional, pista bars are trendy, riser bars are cute, moustache bars are stodgy, but flatbars kick ass. These various bars have their place in specialized competition or recreation but the flatbar does it all and will dominate when doing it all will need to be done.
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