A good while ago, when we slept on my friend Krista's roof during Slaughterama, we appearently left a couple tiny wheels under the stairs since a few bikes obviously broke. When we came back for Best Friends Day and partied on the same roof we realized the wheels were still there as well as a bike that once had a front wheel and no longer did. Thinking quick (and inebriatedly) I threw the tiny wheel into the fork. Perfect right?
misty may
