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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