And that would be the last thing you heard.
Yesterday, after viewing the atrocious sequel to Wall Street – more bloviating and bloated and deserving of every pejorative b-word in the lexicon, my friend called to inform me that a tire on my car had blown out.
This was disturbing. It could’ve been ME that was temporarily delayed on a commute from Los Angeles to San Diego and stranded by the side of the road. I could’ve had to haul the giant amps out of my car, amidst the other various needless knickknacks to change tires. Thankfully, it wasn’t. And it wouldn’t have been my friend either, if my tire treads had been changed to the love tires.
When bikes ride over substances capable of leaving marks they usually leave thin and waving lines traveling off. But if your tire treads were built with the idea of leaving hearts behind you wherever you rode, not only would you spread love around, you’d also be ¾ of the way to a psychedelic experience. Having your bike leave love marks is something that a street musician would say to you before he launches into a one-man jam band routine.
But now you can own that one-man jam band routine. Designer Hamed Kohan has come up with a good idea to spread your love around, much better than masturbating off of rooftops — the love tire.
The treads are little hearts. The design is not yet in production. But if you love hard enough, you may be able to make it a reality.
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