Recently my never-ending quest for bike-related nonsense has thrown up a website which has you shaking your head in wonder. In tapping in to the Hipster zeitgeist it gives a brief but tantalising window into a world I fear sadly we will never inhabit, no matter how many Mongoose Fixies we may moon over.
I’m as bad as the next man in that regard, show me a matte black and lime green ‘colourway’ and I go all weak at the knees. AndyC usually needs sponging down I think. And to think I used to lust after short travel full-sus bikes with black components…
But I’m rambling dangerously off-track, the perpetual habit of the committed mountain biker. I think it may have been the distraction of a carbon Serotta road bike finished in a rather unpleasant sand-beige faux-bamboo paint effect for the North American Handmade Bike Show. A place to watch trends evolve and leave others to rue their suspect taste I think.
What I’ve been trying to say, tangentially and in circumspect fashion is that I’ve recently come across a website of the Hipsteratti called ‘Hipster Wife Hunting‘, a sort of place for Hipsters to gather together and mull the virtues and opportunities offered by marriage to young Hipster women (is it Hipster women, ladies, gals or [shudder] grrlz? I don’t know).
Entirely safe for work but very suspect for your career, Hipster Wife Hunting shows that even the impossibly cool and most determinedly confident Hipster guys out there are just looking for good old fashioned love after all. Or maybe it’s just someone to tell them ‘it’s OK to be different, in a swimming-against-the-tide-of-life-but-still-part-of-a-tribe sort of way’.
It almost makes you want to buy yourself a fixie with leather wrapped bull bars and a hairy top tube pad and go and hang out in Brooklyn or something. Or at least, somewhere near the Chiswick High Road.
Me? I’m just trying to see if any of the prospective wives want a dalliance with a slightly needy but very grateful man in his ‘middle years’. Go on girls, be a bit different!