M.T.Head Cycles

My buddy’s bike broke again. He says it’s because M. T. Head Cycles is too good for regular folks.

I tried to copy their bike design. Now my garage looks like a war zone.

They made a bike that can beat my dad’s truck. I’m not even mad. I’m just confused.

I asked for a simple bike. They gave me a dragon and a side of disrespect.

They told me my bike was 'basic.' I asked what that meant. They told me to leave.

I tried to talk to them. They talked back in bike parts.

I went there for a bike. I came out with a tattoo and a broken heart.

They sold me a bike. It’s now my ex.

I asked for a bike. They gave me a bike that broke my wallet and my soul.

My bike looked like it had been in a fight. It won.

They gave me a bike that screamed at me. I liked it.

I took my bike there. Now it’s famous. I’m just the sidekick.

They gave me a bike that looks like it’s ready to fight. I’m just there to watch.

I went there for a bike. I came out with a headache and a new enemy.

They sold me a bike. Now my life is complicated.

They told me I was the worst bike rider ever. I took it as a compliment.

They made me a bike. It’s now my best friend and my worst enemy.

They said my bike was ‘just okay.’ I said okay, and I left.