Fake: Walking your bike when you could be riding it. Pant leg rolled up on the wrong leg. Uselessly small messenger bags.
Real: Working all week on the bike. Going out Friday. Not going to sleep just grabbing the road bike and heading out to the park for a road race at 5am on Saturday. Taking a quick nap. Then grabbing the track bike and riding out
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My name is Dan. I moved to Brooklyn this week. I live in a warehouse were we built some walls and made rooms. I work as a bike messenger. I have 80 dollars to my name till next Friday. Right now I am cooking borsch. Latter I will go on a bike ride.
Bombed hills, climed hills, burned through tires as well as shoes, got chased by cops, raced 2 allycats, climed twin peaks... You get the idea. Alot of fucking riding.