the next generation.

first there was despair.
then there was doubt.
then there was elbow grease, shed rubber, and an expectant pair of naked wheels.
now there are 23 c's.
(which strangely, Blogger will not accept as a moniker, unless i put a space between the number and letter. Fascinating)
BLUE 23 c's.
It's like i've shed my training wheels.
For Glorious New Blue-Bike-wheeled sleekdom.