Only take it when you spend all night fiddling with the bike, cursing it, managed to lose every single ball bearing and decided to use the sweet one instead, end up overeating out of depression and vomit all over the kitchen after drinking a pint of Vodka, wake up in the morning with hangover the size of a San Francisco earthquake after losting your dignity sometime between 1-2am, and then take it to a bicycle shop.
Only take it when you spend all night fiddling with the bike, cursing it, managed to lose every single ball bearing and decided to use the sweet one instead, end up overeating out of depression and vomit all over the kitchen after drinking a pint of Vodka, wake up in the morning with hangover the size of a San Francisco earthquake after losting your dignity sometime between 1-2am, and then take it to a bicycle shop.
it's a ritual of passage.