This post is rather frank. If you don't like it, now's yer' chance to point yer' head the other way!
So I'm out riding after work and I'm riding through some opulent neighborhoods and everybody's out - bikers & joggers everywhere. I wore a simple shorts & t-shirt combo today and people I'm approaching start looking at me funny (since they jog in the street into oncoming traffic we can see each other). I started feeling that too many people were giving me a funny look - so I look down and who did I find decided to pay a visit?
Mr. Peepers. That's right, Big Al' & the Boys.
It seems I've ripped a hole in my crotch. I'm 30 minutes into my ride, riding through country club neighborhoods, giving full frontal action shots to lawers, judges, doctors and their families - with another 30 minutes of bearing it all to everyone passing in metro Atlanta.
GOSH, I LOVE MONDAYS!