What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little fixie bitch? I’ll have you know I have a top of the range carbon Cervelo, and I’ve raced numerous crits, and I have over 300 confirmed KOMs on strava. I am trained in bicycle maintenance and I’m the top mechanic in the country. You are nothing to me but just another commuter. I will wipe you the fuck out on any climb, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Feather dealerships across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I could drop you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with one foot clipped in. Not only am I a pro tour winner, but I have access to the entire arsenal of aero bars, stems, forks, you name it, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of this subreddit, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will fart a wet one as I am dropping you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.