Where's My Bike

I was lucky to be in Seattle at The Reef dispensary and ran into the guy from Karma Genetics promoting it. Well the name alone got me interested, so of course after him giving me all the info i went ahead and got some. From the moment you start breaking up his strain you can tell it’s going to be amazing. The sweet pungent smell is so nice and you can see the nugs are soft and flaky and easy to break up. I’m old school so i like breaking up by hand and feeling the nugs between my fingers just breaking up oh they break up nice and even great for twisting a nice blunt. The taste is amazing with citrusy and some hints of fruity flavors and very smooth hitting; Minimal coughing even from big hits, so this can be smoked continuously without a problem. Now let’s wait for the effects...(time warp)...nice and calm high. Eases smooth into the effects and you can tell right when you feel good. Great for back pain and anxiety as it really calms you down. Expect moderate to high cotton mouth. Very happy and energetic high with lots of laughs and moderate euphoric feeling. Clear high to be productive during the day or night. Great high overall.

Very nice Sativa strain. Heady high that doesn’t throttle productive desire or behaviour. I suffer from chronic pain and anxiety and struggle to find sativa strains that don’t make my anxiety worse at times. “Where’s my bike?” is apparently one of those strains. Sweet and floral smelling nuggets are foreshadowing for the desire to connect with nature that’s soon to come. Everything feels wonderful with this strain. I get sh*t DONE smoking this strain, and I often suffer from couch lock. One piece of advice: Take your time with this strain, enjoy each step of the process and really just listen to your body and what it wants/needs along the way. You won’t regret it.

Each High is the Sole Province of its Experiencer Truth is, the moniker is a bit misleading. It should actually be There's My Bike! I'm the sort of person who goes on so long without cleaning his glasses. Sacrilege, I know, but it's how it goes. When I get around to finally cleaning my glasses, it's "My God... I see everything!" This is how this strain smokes. (I promise I checked my glasses were clean). It injects your world with clarity, as if you're striding through crystal cut glass, impervious to the laws of physics; the light hits your retinas with the same insolence, that sea of photons that constitutes the Seen adding some sexy gloss to the scene. You'll try to get out of your own skin for some contact with living, reciprocating beings. It feels good, something as small as retracting the cheek muscles slightly upwards, or something as big as helping a neighbor maneuver furniture along some tricky steps. Perhaps the name is apt enough... between "Where's my bike?" and when you finally exclaim "There's My Bike!" you'll have made someone smile. And no matter what your rugged exterior may exhibit, you'll be smiling deep down inside. Happy Biking!