good thing I don’t have (that big of) an ego

met up with my new cycling budy. i don’t know his name, and this was the only time that i’ve met him, but he stayed on my wheel while riding a 90′s vintage, 3-speed schwinn, wearing a down jacket, jeans, while carrying a coke in a cup with a straw…riding into the wind. i kid you not. either he rules, or i’m in no where near the shape that i’d like to believe.

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