A Day in Casa Grande
Let's pretend you live in a town...we'll call it Casa Grande and let's say you have some kids...we'll say 2 boys. Now pretend that one of your kids-we'll call him Ethan- has a bike, I imagine that if this bike existed it would be green and black with training wheels and a horn that was very squeaky. One day, possibly Tuesday, your offspring and their friends are out riding their bikes, hypothetically of course, and for imaginations sake let's pretend that a truck, suppose it was a Casa Gande Sanitation Truck, barrels down your road reminding you of a run away train and crunches this hypothetical bike under his wheels. Then the truck driver, let's call him Andre...Andre the Giant...proceeds to yell at the so-called mother, I'll call her Andrea. What do you think this imaginary 5'3", 25 year old, brunette, wearing high heels and her husbands sweatshirt would do? This is all speculative of course, but I think she surprised herself and grew a backbone. I imagine that she gave Mr. Andre the Giant a piece of her mind demanding that he buy a new bike and scolding him for almost killing her youngest child. I imagine she was surprised that she didn't cry... because usually when she's angry the tears start a flowin...and even stood her ground when The GIANT's boss, let's call him Garcia, came along with the police.
Now this is all just a big made up story but... Anyone know of any good bike sales?