Monday, April 27, 2009

It's hard when you have the smallest bikes on the block.

Sure, your bikes are nice, but they can't go as fast as everyone else's.

Plus, you've grown, you're so much bigger than you were.

So you want new bikes.

You beg, you plead, you wheedle.

You promise, you pledge, you swear.

And now, you think you can keep up.