Nearly every time I came out to my car, my gaze was drawn to a specific area. It was brutal, black and horrific. An abyss. The claimer of my eye: the gap between rubber and fender, specifically on my fronts, where those massive vertically rolled fenders reside, begging to be filled to full capacity.
During a “friend night” at a friend’s house, standing around the friend’s kitchen, the importance of credit cards was discussed. In particular, how important it is to build debt and thus build credit. At least that is what I derived from it. Being one to do as others’ say, I obtained myself a credit card.
Winter has arrived, the freezing temperatures displaying my breath and dulling the once excited air inside my tires. Indeed, the powder coated blue summer beasts have been tucked away. Stored in a shop too cold to enter, wrapped in plastic, toe tags on them with marks so that I know which hub to place them upon when the weather warms. A place very much like death for them.