The Little Mexican Truck simply loved Christmas. Its owner, Kevin, usually found time for a ride or two over the Holiday period, and sometimes wore a new pair of socks or gloves that he had received for Christmas, which put him in a good mood. So when the back door of Kevin's house opened up very early on Christmas morning this year, the Truck could hardly contain its excitement. But wait, what was Kevin pushing out? It seemed to be a bike, but where did it come from, and why was Kevin keeping it in the house? The Truck was quite happy to live in the garage with the raccoons even though the Houston climate was not kind on steel frames and components. Now the bike was outside, the Truck could see that it was one of those flashy, under-nourished, no-better-than-it-should-be carbon-framed hussies that Kevin had been renting lately. Probably he was taking it back to the store, thought the Truck, but why was Kevin in his cycling gear and posing for a picture, shamelessly astride the little strumpet? Surely he hadn't bought it (way too cheap) but perhaps (gulp!) it was a gift? Was this the end for the Truck?? Examine the photographic evidence and decide for yourself.
|she'll break your perineum, if not your heart Kevin|