Yeah, I am super proud of myself right now.
This is my bike:
It's older than I am. I'm 23.
This bike is at least 40 years old. I've had to do a bit of work to it. All I need are lock washers for my super sweet bike. I did a test ride to the grocery store down the street from my house, no more than a ten minute walk, and a little girl was with her parents and was talking so excitedly about my green bike lock. Pssh, I was like, fuck yeah it's awesome.
I also have a sweet basket for it. Looks like a picnic basket without the lid. In fact!
It's pretty fucking sweet basket, right?
Well I rode my bike to Iso Omena from my house, because I also needed to buy a helmet. Now I'm a pretty big fan of irony...
Here is the helmet before...
Yes, it's black with a skull and cross bones with! a viking helmet. Fuck. Yes. I'm rad, don't lie.
Here is the helmet after:
Rainbow with hearts
Happy Sun :)
I admit, I cannot get very good pictures of the cute little stickers I stuck on my helmet. I need some fabulous sunlight and like hell if I'm going outside again any time soon. It's hot and I'm exhausted.
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