Thought Sausage

There's something about beach cruisers--the gawdier the better. This one is even replete with palm trees. PALM TREES FER CHRISTS SAKE! Now I really need to get that amp sold. Replace one largish old space hog with a new largish space hog. I can't speak much to if it's actually a quality bike, but it is twice the bike as Bertha and half the price. The math is certainly a little suspect. I can't honestly say I really trust anything that comes out of a Wal Mart in the way of bikes, but this could very well be my solution to properly transporting Megan myself and proper booze to the beach on the weekends efficiently.

NOTE: The aforementioned purpose of purchasing this bike is certainly valid. Unfortunately, while I would vastly prefer the riding solution, I'm quite certain Megan would vastly prefer I never ever mention this yellow leviathan ever again. So let's be clear that I realize how preposterous my vision here really is. I'm not like, crazy or anything

UPDATE: Welp, we can go ahead and put this one to bed. Megan's response:

"The beach...i will be ice skating in hell before you get me on that thing...that is all i have to say on this subject"

Hmm...I can see we'll have to file this under "long term projects"

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!