I’m not usually competitive, but I’ll admit to feeling wicked satisfied when I pass a lycra-clad cyclist or two bombing up a hill on my rickety, heavy-AF bike on the way to or from work.
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I’m not usually competitive, but I’ll admit to feeling wicked satisfied when I pass a lycra-clad cyclist or two bombing up a hill on my rickety, heavy-AF bike on the way to or from work.
Published