Hey everyone, it’s me again! Today’s chat at work really got my gears grinding. Picture this: a bunch of yuppies looking down on me because I don’t pamper my car like it’s a spoiled pet. They think my car’s charm is fading just because it doesn’t get a spa day at the detailer’s. Well, guess what? I’m not buying into that materialistic hullabaloo.
Here’s my grand plan: I’m going all out to make my car the opposite of theirs. No wax, no fancy washes. I’m even thinking of adding my own artistic touch – a few scratches here and there, and why not a homemade bike rack drilled right onto the roof? The more rugged, the better, I say.
To those who sneered at me, here’s a fun fact: my bike is sparkling clean. Oh, what’s that? You don’t own a bike? Too busy polishing your car to care about fitness, huh? I see how it is. While your car gleams, your health dims.
Next time you try to put me down, remember this: I’m here, scribbling away my true thoughts, holding back from making a scene at work. But inside, I’m really not a fan of your shallow antics. Thank goodness for this space where I can let it all out. Even if nobody reads this, it’s my little haven of honesty.
Boneshakerbike 
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