while feigning humility, I'll confess that I've mostly thought myself a pretty badass cyclist.
but when Sharon rides this beast:
yes that's sheepskin
in weather like this:
I have to tip my hat.
I concede that I am just not that badass.
as an aside:
Sharon wears an eye patch
and despite my attempts to banish it from my thoughts,
when she rides by me, fabric a-flowing, I hear the wicked witch music in my head.
Sharon also is the only person at whom I've heard my family's dog bark.
and she once asked me in front of a long line of customers at the grocery store,
if I had a bladder infection because she noticed I go to the bathroom quite frequently.
I kindly told her that I'm well hydrated.
She proceeded to tell me that she opts to preserve her own urine.
The conversation continued but I'll spare you.
This evening, as Sharon rolled up to the Rite Aid, I asked if she had studded tires on that thing.
She laughed and said yes, but in reality, she has the most balded tires I've seen.
Not a bad idea.
Tyler knows what's up.
