These are some of the (extremely rare) non-bagger, way cooler bikes in the parking lot.
Yeah, this one has "bags" technically, but let's face it. Most of the bikes in the general parking lot, with or without bags is horrid to sift through. Horrid. Like having Diarrhea, also spelled Diarrhoea, from the Greek meaning "Flowing Through" and that's pretty much what you do in this lot. You flow throw it, exactly like (say it again) "Diarrhea."
This womans eyes are so captivating. I feel compelled to start at them... weird hu? I cant stop staring at them. Her expression is like, "You want me... to read what on the tele-prompter? Serial Butt Stabber... wait, what?" The best reality show, I'm afraid, is reality itself.