You may know that my primary steed is The Moth. Light, white and deadly efficient, The Moth is a legend on the streets. You may have encountered it as a soft, off-white blurring and a slight feeling of disorientation as I blow by you going up St-Laurent. I shall christen my new, Bay Area mount, The Beetle. It's black and low to the ground. While the moth flies over your head, dazing your senses, the beetle burrows beneath you, undermining the ground you are riding on and leaving you in a pile of rubble. Either way, you're fucked.
|I present to you, The Beetle!|
|On BART when it is allowed to be (no handicapped people were displaced for the taking of this photo)|
|folded, with arm of nearby commuter for size comparison|