Had a chop session at Al the Pal's. There were just two chopaholics, and three guys who wanted to get into it. I spent the time extending my sissy bar so that I could ride the bike normally, with full leg extension, to save my achin' knees. It worked excellently- Noam is now one step away from perfection. Meanwhile, Al was helping the other guys jimmy up a few bikes to ride around the neighborhood.

Al is a chopping fiend. It seems to be all he does all day, every day. Last time I visited, he had Big Poppa (a "reverse chopper"- huge wheel in front, teeny wheel in back), Wildchild, (a funnybike) and the Humpsicle (in a class of its own). They were all gone. Big Poppa had rematerialized as Little Chop of Horrors, with the extendo-fork front and huge apehangers to make room for your knees, as this is a kid's bike frame. He cannibalized the other two and made Skeletor, a gazelle-style chopper. So by the end of the night we had four guys and three choppers. We took to the streets.

The fourth guy just chilled on a trailer. The guy shlepping him was in front, with the two choppers on the side in a flying vee. It's really fun to take over traffic in freakbikes. People are too "ber?" to be pissed, as they would be with three guys on regular bikes disrupting traffic.

After a while- SPROING! I broke a spoke. No biggie. I was actually about to replace that wheel anyway, with my final step towards perfection, the addition of a big fat slick tire on the back. I'm also looking for some wacky fur, but I can't find any good fabric retailers online. If you come across any far-out fuzzy stuff, shoot me the link, okay?