Fucking Hypebeast-reading fixie-riding worthless motherfucker…

Let me give you four words that will make your soul curl up cry for release from this mortal plane.

Hong. Kong. Fixie. Hardcore.

You think you know what to expect right? Asian guys in fluro hotpants disco dancing and sweating in front of a stationary fixie. OH YOU WISH IT WAS.

WORSE…it’s seven minutes…SEVEN MINUTES of black and white footage set to a James Bond meets Burt Bacharach soundtrack of self-conscious graphic design students doing wack ass wheelies on their fucking shitty bicycles. Jesus Christ.