OK, explain to me, someone, the mini-bar craze. I spotted this guy on 17th Avenue over the weekend …
He looks like he’s cutting the grass with a vintage push mower.
Want a better look at the “bars”? Here …
I quit reading cycling magazines and hanging out in cool cycling circles a long, long time ago. So, regarding this fad, all I can do is speculate. Maybe you could tell me what’s up here …
a) The length of one’s handlebars correlates to the length of one’s johnson.
b) Sometimes this guy feels the need to shoot through a very narrow gap between a parked car and an LTD bus, and he doesn’t want any big, unwieldy handlebars getting caught on anything. True, these bars are actually narrower than his shoulders, but, you see, he can always twist his shoulders sideways as he goes through.
c) It’s easier to get on the subway, this being Eugene and everything.
d) All the cool kids are doing it.
e) He has a hacksaw fetish.
f) That’s all the handlebar he could afford after buying that brand new messenger bag.