the ten-speed bike's handlebars pointed up proudly like the horns of an elk
aluminum handbrakes jutted and wired for action
a thin, uncomfortable wedge of a seat waited patiently for my stupid teenage ass
an underinflated front tire to match my self-esteem
I pulled hard on a Winston cigarette
and decided to take the Datsun
You can't (d)ry hump forever! Try screwing like normal people!
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