I ride to ride. Sometimes I like to pretend I am fast. I get passed some by members of the lycra crowd but generally manage to hold my own with anything dressed civilian. Except for those damn fixie boys, crazy shits. At any rate, the sun brought out a bunch of competition today and pursuit was my game if no one else's. I ended up panting and smiling and pretty damn pleased with my distance and kill ratio! A little bike love is in order though, there is a creak in my crank.
Don't make me ring my bell at you.
Thursday, May 13: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"
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