I’m the kind of cyclist that glanced in the mirror this morning and realized his spandex shorts had worn through in an inconvenient spot. Other pair in laundry? Solution, black sock.
i’m the kind of cyclist who glanced in the mirror this morning and realized his spandex shorts had worn through in an inconvenient spot. Other pair in laundry? Solution, black sock.
This just in: I am the metaphor that explains the allure of international terrorism. Or, if I exploded on impact, car drivers would take me a lot more seriously.