So lately I've been riding around at night and feeling a bit nostalgic. My good friend showed me a great noise punk band to listen to called "whirr" (formerly known as "Whirl"), since then I have been avidly listening to them on my rides. The music matches up perfectly at times and makes me remember easier times when there were no responsibilities besides what to eat and who you were gonna hang out with that night. So here is one of the tracks that I have grown accustomed to.
-Honest Abe
This week Honest Abe is at the handle, giving us a taste of a day in Abe's San Franciscan fixed
gear life style. I truly believe that there is a song for every moment. I think Abe has really done a good job of conveying the feeling of the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you mash through the streets; weaving in and out of traffic.
A red light.
Brake. Breathe the fire out of your lungs. Awareness at a high; the beat fits matches your heart's.
Green. Kick, push, mash. The city, she welcomes you. Raise from your seat to climb her bosom. As you reach the peak, the expanse of the horizon opens before you. Front wheel drops, speed increases. The day is young and you have not yet begun.