Don't we all wish we could be a fixie kid? Indie kid? Both? Maybe they are the same...I don't understand the fixation with fixies...but Tyler Warren seems to get it. He wrote this poem.
how does he feel?
about spending $350
on a new front wheel?
is it from sweden?
or maybe tokyo?
is his bike carbon fiber?
how fast can it go?
he wears some cool leather shoes
and blue Sabre glasses
he rides so quickly
but hes late to all his classes
fixie kid
going to san francisco
fixie kid
riding in new york
all the girls love him
but hes too cool
hands in his pockets
as he struts through school
rvca stickers on his bike
a strange Chrome satchel on his back
fixie kid is never alone
he always rides in a pack
oh fixie kid
he forgot to skid
now hes dead
fixie kid'
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