I guess the price of gas really got on Olivia Wilde's nerves the other day because after filling her tank in the little black dress she changed up outfits and was seen tooling around her neighborhood on a bike that I think my mother used to own. Is that's what's cool these days in the bike world? When I was a little girl, I took shit for wanting a black bike and the only way I could get one was to ride a boys' Huffy. I never have understood why the boys' bikes have the "Ouch! My Balls!" bar and the girls' bikes don't.
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