You know those peddling party bikes you see rolling around the city? Always seems like they are having such a great time even though some of the riders are overly obnoxious. Well I wish they would all die! Yeah I said it. Death. I’m wishing death on these peddle bikes. Why? Well I’m glad you asked.
I recently was invited by my sister to join her friends on one of these peddle tours. She told me how much fun it would be and that we were gonna get turnt up! Now I’m not one to avoid a turn up session and the allure of only paying $10 for unlimited drinks is just too much to pass up. Seriously, who would pass up that deal? So I was down. I showed up and commenced to getting my drink on and suddenly I realized I made a terrible decision.
Basically you gotta do all the damn work on these things! How can I enjoy my people and drinking while singing at the top of my lungs while medaling this heavy monstrosity? It became a freaking workout session and drinking quickly stopped. I had to save myself for the Mt Everest sized hills of downtown Memphis. It was a nightmare. I mentioned my horrible experience on Facebook and my buddy David said the peddle bikes are for tourists and people from Southaven only. You know what David, you’re absolutely right.
Death to these peddle bikes mane!
Life is for Living,