Helmets off to Joey the Accordion Guy, who offered this impressive graphic illustrating the latest stupid craze:

Pocket bikes. Tiny little miniature road racers, styled like Sabre or Samurai-styleroad rocketsthat are ridden by teens, and most disturbingly, fully grown adults, in the mistaken belief that riding a high stylin’motorizedchihuahua will make them look cool and get them hot chicks.

Or, not so much.

But it might get you a ticket, because they’re illegal for street riding in many places, including my little characterless burbclave. Luckily for us, one of the neighborhood kids got
one, so now we can point and laugh all summer (nnnnneeeeeEEEEEEEEErrrrrrr) as he goes by (wwwwwwweeeeeEEEEEEENNNNN) 20 or 30 (rrrrreeeeeeEEEEEEeeerrrrrr) dozen or so times a day on the weekend.

They’re teh evull. They’re tiny. They’re two-stroke engines, for God’s sake, that sound like fart noises on helium.

They are so NOT cool.

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