We were leaving the Sands on Thursday I believe, headed back to the 8-Ball. There were several of us all on single speeds, except for Jay who was on a geared beater. We pulled up to the corner of Koval and Tropicana, where Lennard Zinn was waiting to cross. He looked at our crew, then at our bikes and said to Jay "You must not have got the memo."
I damn near pissed myself. And I have a whole new respect for that guy.
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