"Bro, mp4 is better." Well of course it is. It's mp4 so it has to be better than mp3. But what happens when somebody drops mp5. Then you're just stuck playing catch-up.
It's amazing the stuff that gets ripped off, isn't it? I wasn't even aware that there was such a thing as an mp4 format let alone an mp4 player that you could purchase. That all changed in a small shop full of crap that didn't exactly seem legit in midtown Manhattan. My favorite is the stuff that you can still see the scratch marks on where it hit the pavement after it fell from the back of the truck. "Can i get the handbag with the blood on it so I know it's real?" That's where the jpod comes into play. These guys wanted $199 for the jpod but seemed willing to negotiate and I had time to kill so it was on.
"Bro, this is an mp4 player" was the serve. I masterly vollied with "what?" I could see in his eyes that he was ready to roll as he countered with "Bro, mp4 is better. This plays mp4, has FM radio, AND comes with charger. ipod does not." I deflected the comment with "Yeah, but ipods work." My logic stunned him but only momentarily as he regained his composure by reaching for a box off the shelf and said "I show you." I knew this interaction would be one for the record books and I hoped to god that the piece he just took out of the similar-but-not-exact ipod case would turn on so we could continue. It didn't and that kinda killed the whole transaction. "That's unfortunate" I told the shopkeeper. "I sell 20 a day" he boasted as he put the jpod back in its case and placed it on the shelf. "I hope they turn on" was all I could muster.
That's New York City for you I guess. The city that never sleeps and has landfills full of mp4 players. I was in the center of the known universe for a little 2008 outdoor product showcase for some non-bike media that often prove themselves hard to reach. We were packin' the Soho S and 4.0, a Lime, an FX 7.6, and my favorite future addition to the overly-crowded garage Fisher Simple City. Not sure how the future Mrs. is going to feel about another bike (it usually means she justifies a new purse in an eye-for-an eye kind of tactic) but I might be able to sneak this one by her as a "shopping bike". I'm going to need that money I save on gas anyway to make sure the good people at Coach are keeping their children properly fed. Something tells me they're doing just fine.