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My bike and me: happily married

Sometimes I cheat on my bike and grab a cheap, empty thrill in the saddle of a rental. I go home and whimper apologies. My bike says fuck you.

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Rainy Friday, Worth the Ride

Rain. Cold rain. On a Friday morning when most retirees stay in bed. I got up and hit the road a little after 6:30. The rain, blown by a northeast headwind, spit on my face. 512 more words


The importance of what's between your legs

A supple leather
contours my loins; a passion
beguiles me. I ride.

There are various cults out there in the world. Many are religious. Some revolve around sports teams. 768 more words