Dads are the Original Hipsters

Listen up hipsters, did you honestly think vintage bikes were a new thing? No, your dad was a two-wheeled king before you were even falling off training wheels. 

So, when you’re dusting off your dad’s old velo-swag in the garage and thinking about stealing his pedal-whip because you want to convert it to the most badass fixie ever, remember that your dad marked his territory by tea bagging the top-rail. You can wash a frame, but you can’t wash away memories. 

Happy Friday hipsters. I don’t know what the shit is going on is this photo, but all of it is pure win. From the velo-swag kid in the background pulling an A.C. Slater on the chair, to Nana getting grape drunk in her fresh Nikes — this moment is priceless. Check out dad too. A normal bottle of vino couldn’t quench his liver’s Funday night thirst for inebriation, which is why he always rolled deep with a jug of Jesus juice. He didn’t just bring the party, he was usually the reason why the party got shut down and why granny has a DUI on her record from trying to ride her electric wheelchair home. 

I raise my box of wine to you sir. You are a life champion of debauchery. 

Post Note: I thought this was a legit submission and it is not. Turns out it is a David Lachapelle photo from his collection “Recollections in America.” My bad and please only submit your photos. Here’s a link to the rest of the collection.