My Mountain Bike... by Gravy B. Smooth

I loved Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I liked to ride it through wet cement and then I would take it to read books about rocks until it dryed. I took it on vacation with me once. We slept together in the shadows of the Grand Tetons. Then I killed my bike with super wicked awesome aeronautical displays of total audaciouness and bitchin' air drops... I'll never Bang Bang again.