Bikes. Parts. Chaos.

I don’t care.

I don’t care what type of riding you do.
I don’t care if you chose dirt or pavement.
I don’t care what bike you chose to ride.
I don’t care what you think of my bike.
I don’t care how much your bike cost.
I don’t care how much your bike weighs.
I don’t care how fat your tires are.
I don’t care how fast you can ride.
I don’t care how far you’ve ridden.
I don’t care about what your rims are made out of.
I don’t care what your frame is made out of.
I don’t care if you commute on your bike.
I don’t care if you race your bike.
I don’t care if you run gears, single speed or fixed gear.
I don’t care if you run suspension or rigid.
I don’t care about who you know.
I don’t care where you’ve been.
I don’t care who you work for.
I don’t care who’ve you worked for.
I don’t care about the races you’ve won.
I don’t care about the causes you’ve rode for.
I don’t care about the components you’ve chosen.
I don’t care if your run hydraulic or cable.
I don’t care how you wrapped your handlebar tape.
I don’t care if you chose wool or Lycra.
I don’t care if you wear a helmet or a hat.
I don’t care about your chainring tattoo.
I don’t care about your fancy sunglasses.
I don’t care if your wear a heart rate monitor.
I don’t care if you use a computer or not.
I don’t care if your “old school”.
I don’t care about your messenger bag.
I don’t care if you ride with a U-Lock stuffed in your belt.
I don’t care how many years you’ve been riding.
I don’t care who you’ve ridden for.
I don’t care who you’ve ridden with.
I don’t care about the teams you’ve wrenched for.

Now please, can't we all just get along?