Sweet fixie

We stayed at Tony's loft in Wicker Park (Chicago) this weekend. There are more fixies* than trees in Wicker Park, and Lucas caught on to them pretty quickly. We played a game called "Count the Fixies" where Lucas points at every bicycle and says "Is that one?", but it was a short lived game because Luke can't count past 19 (and that's including eleventeen) so we would have had to start over on practically every block.

Early Saturday morning I was trying to talk Lucas into getting breakfast at the local bagel place. I promised that there would be both hipsters and sweet fixies. We got there and were eating our bagels when the first one showed up.

J: Look Lucas, a hipster! (Hipster walks in)

J: (Pointing through the window) What's that outside?

L: Sweet fixie!!

J: Good eye, little boy.

L: (Thinks for a minute.) Do I have a sweet fixie?

J: Indeed you do.

I didn't get into the subtlety that his bike may not qualify since it has a coaster brake. Here he is with his fixie.

*Two definitions of "fixie" from the Urban Dictionary

A) A fixed gear,the simplest form of bicycle, 1 gear with no coasting/freewheeling mechanism. Generally made on old road (AKA 10 speed) frames (different than , but similar in appearance to a "track bike" which is built up on a frame designed specifically for racing in a velodrome.) Its lack of extra bits is ideal for bike mechanics who don't enjoy fixing their own bikes after wrenching at work all day. Also enjoyed by annoying scenesters, the "Super Rookie," and "poor" college students who ride them because they think that it makes them cool.

B) A hipster's main form of transportation.

Hipster #1: Let's all ride our fixies, because we're conformists.
Hipster #2: I love conforming by being nonconformist.
Hipster #3: Let's drink some PBR!