Yea that's the name I decided to give my sweet new 1988 Schwinn road bike. I bought it yesterday from an old guy named Mike. He was 80 something and had a lot of time on his hands to fix up his old bike. He put new tires, derailleur, bar wraps, cables, everything. This bike was factory new, I think he even waxed the bike because this thing was poppin' in the light of the sun.
Anyways I was feeling all kewl and shit and decided to go on a bike ride with Melling and P Man. We started on campus and went down Mill to Washington and just kept riding until we got hungry and went to the first Mexican food place we could find. Which is always a good choice.
This fine establishment was in the traditional Mexican strip with a deli, convenience store, and the eatery we dined in. Before entering the restaurant we awkwardly looked around for a something to lock our bikes to and realized it would be best if we brought them inside. Don't judge a book by the cover because this placed looked like shit from the outside but tasted great on the inside. Got 3 street tacos and a Mexican Coca-Cola (different than the American formula) for under $5, great fucking food.
This is a map of ride we took
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