It's been a gray, rainy day. You know the kind of day I mean: one in which you just can't escape the gray. It's not about my mood; I've actually been feeling good these past few days.
Here's another example of gray that you can't escape--or, more precisely, something gray that somehow manages to be in-your-face:
Now, of course, the bike seems even more in-your-face with an orange bike behind it. Of course.
Just having the name "Giant" on a bike is pretty audacious. Now, I've never owned one and have only test-ridden two. I don't mean to disparage the bikes: One of the Giants I tried was actually a nice ride. I don't remember which model it was; I recall only that it was a mountain bike.
Anyway...I never realized a gray bike with black trim could be such an eclat to the senses!
Here's another example of gray that you can't escape--or, more precisely, something gray that somehow manages to be in-your-face:
Now, of course, the bike seems even more in-your-face with an orange bike behind it. Of course.
Just having the name "Giant" on a bike is pretty audacious. Now, I've never owned one and have only test-ridden two. I don't mean to disparage the bikes: One of the Giants I tried was actually a nice ride. I don't remember which model it was; I recall only that it was a mountain bike.
Anyway...I never realized a gray bike with black trim could be such an eclat to the senses!
