Took the dog around the block, off the leash, random sniffing galore and back in one piece. Okay, two pieces, three if you count the bike. Good to ride, even in the dark.
Slightly better smelling than your typical couple.
Uphill, both ways. In loose gravel. With a headwind. While being hit with fishheads. With a camelback full of rocks. While riding over rocks. Also, eating rocks. And a misbehaving rear derailleur. And while bonked.
The fearless leader of our PB&J-and-corn-dog fueled outlaws, afeared o' no man or beastie.
However, he's creeped out by clowns. And mimes. And holes. And girls.
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