Today I met Frankie. Frankie has a custom bike that he spent 8 months creating. He tells me he parades it all round the neigbourhood because it’s his pride and joy. It’s fully equipped with a car stereo blasting Latino music, a police siren to warn people to get out of his way (or to let them know he’s coming) and a cooler to chill those popsicles. Pretty pimp I say.