Sea Change
Your old Kona is wondering if a sea change is in the air. . .or if that smell just isn’t some fad drifting by on the breeze.
I bring this up after hoofing to it to work the other day and nearly getting run over by some overweight slob struggling to keep his large girth wedged into tiny biking shorts whilst navigating a mountain bike around pedestrians.
What am I talking about, you ask? Cheapskates trying to save a buck on gas money.
Just how long is this going to last? How much longer am I going to have to get run over on the sidewalk by weekday warriors huffing and puffing their way to physical fitness and fiscal responsibility?
Sure, it looks good to don casual clothes, trick out a retail bike with a new light and knobby tire and start complaining about lack of bicycle parking at work, but I eagerly await the day when everyone just says “Screw it” and sucks up the higher gas prices—’cause you know that’s what’s going to happen. This whole fitness-through-saving-some-dough phase ain’t going to last long with us couch potato Americans. Eventually everyone will realize that driving to the local McGreasy is a lot easier than balancing a super-sized value meal and 92oz drink with your breaking hand.
And until that day, to all you chunky cheapskates out there trying to kill two birds with one stone I say: Kona tu-wooska mucho crank-o. oh neeeeeey!
