I can't work in an office.

I don't like wearing suits.

I'd like to ride fixed gear, steel frame, no breaks.

The bike cannot coast.

The pedals never stopped turning.

I can't stop.

I don't want to either.

There are 1500 bike messengers on the street in New York City.

You can email it.

Fedex, it, fax, it scan it.

But when none of that shit works and this thing has to be at that place by this time you need us.

Yeah.

Some of us got killed out here.

Pedestrians are menace cabs are killers.

One time or another we all get hit.

Sometimes we got to hit back.

Now I'm gonna use it.

I guess you don't need it.

Yeah.

Uh huh.

Mhm.

We stick together because most people just wish we'd get off the street, we'll get a haircut, take a shower, get out of the way, Stop.

Yeah.

Hey, They have no idea why anyone would risk their lives in the death maze for $80 on a good day.

But if you're out here thinking about the money, you're not gonna be around to spend it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mm mm hmm, mm hmm.

I know.

Yeah.

Mm.

Uh huh.

Yeah.

Yeah.