The problem with not being tall is that it’s hard to do things like, “buy pants.” And “reach things on tall shelves.” And “be thought of as being over the age of 18 even though you are actually almost 28.”
It’s also hard, if you’re not tall, to find a bike that fits you. Because you can’t just go to the bike shop, drop a few bills and leave with a fancy new bike, because ALL OF THEM ARE TOO FUCKING TALL. So you have to do a little work - you scour craigslist for tiny frames and stake out bike shops and learn which big name brands produce frames in size XS or XXS and cross your fingers that one of them will be affordable.
And if you’re me, you fall in love with Fujis. And you learn about the Fuji Feather and you covet it for like, two years and annoy the crap out of everyone you know because every time you SEE one you have to go and look at it even though they’re like $700 and you cannot AFFORD that shit. It’s agony. It’s not fun. But now you’ve learned that Fuji makes bike in size “fucking tiny” so you keep your eyes peeled for other models.
And then you find one. And it’s in Memphis. And fuck it, Memphis is a lot warmer at this time of year than Chicago is, so you convince a friend with a car to go on a tiny road trip with you and then you remember that you don’t know fuckall about Tennessee in any way, shape, or form.
That said: WHAT IN THE CRAP SHOULD I DO IN MEMPHIS OTHER THAN EAT BBQ AND CRY WITH JOY AT GRACELAND?