I’m serious….Minus the Bear
Mozart, chugging Redbulls, and that morning smoke. Life is good
It’s never easy when you have to drop some heavy knowledge on your friend about the person they are dating.
You know you’re a true cyclist when your knees/elbows are forever fucked, that farmers tan is still pretty intense in the winter, and there are scars on your calves from the bike pedals.
michaelmathis:
Eh I think you know your a cyclist when you Can’t stand being around cyclists….
Ha or that
You know you’re a true cyclist when your knees/elbows are forever fucked, that farmers tan is still pretty intense in the winter, and there are scars on your calves from the bike pedals.
Seeing your friends get bikes and knowing they won’t actually be riding them unless their Urban Outfitters outfit matches the bar tape. Really what’s the point?