Earlier this week, I went out on a quest to make my youngest' dreams come true. Buying a bike was a big step in this summer's plans. I gotta get these damn kids outta my fucking house long enough where I can take a breath that isnt filled with gold fish crumbs and requests to download some horrendously stupid app that will probably have hidden cost somewhere along the way.
Getting modern kids to fall in love with sweat dripping down their faces isnt easy. A new bike helps, though. This bike is fucking sick. I would have loved it when I was McCartney's age even though it's certainly no mudslinger. The name is memorable and that's important. No chance McCartney ever forgets the Stomper 2x2. And because of that,