Beeoneoneoh

You finish eating your toast and stroll to the front door,  rocking out a bit when the chorus echoes in your headphones. As you reach for the door your flatmate nearly knocks you into the 13x15J XR4 umbrella stand your sister insisted on buying you for your house warming; as he jerks open the door.

“Watch it dude”.
“Move, the show is about to start”.
“I’m going, I’m going”. You smirk and walk out the door. Out in the garage you find out what your flatmate was up to. “Stoked” you mutter to yourself, he’s finally cleaned up the garage. Those SSR MKⅢs were crowding the hallway, you could barely get to your 510. Stacked up on the shelf, about as wide as they are tall, above the rest of them glare the Speed Stars.

Man, he was in a cleaning mood, usually he can’t even clean the dishes. “Yo why is my bike upside down in the MKⅡs?! He must want something, he’s been dropping hints about driving the truck all week. That must be it.
“I was changing the tyres!” he shouts back, “I took it for a ride this morning and got a flat”
He was right, they made pretty good bike stands.

Looking down at your wrist watch you note the time. “Crap, 6 minutes”. Running inside you yell to him “where the hell is she?
….
“Oi!”, gundam just destroyed another foe
“She’s out back” he finally replies.
No time. You jump on your bike and throw your backpack on and ride up the driveway.
“Hey! Where are ya going?! Aren’t I giving you a lift to work?” She sprays water all over the joint just missing your head as she turns.
“No time!” you haste and cycle past her pumping your legs. Your hands hurt from polishing all night and you cringe as you grip the brake for the crest.

The day drags on. It’s a recession everyone keeps telling you. “But people still need tofu don’t they?” you keep saying.

Getting home you prop the bike against the wall and greet the tower of alloy by the door with a half hearted chuckle. “Someone has to do it, might aswell be me”, you encourage yourself.

Random story inspired by pictures from ‘Zeppann’, the wide wheel reconditioning fiend, and a few I had in the folder. I think we all wish that our house looked like that, I know I do.

- Chris