Originally Posted by
globecanvas
I am a roadie who wears his lycra kit 2 sizes too small. I have a $20k crabon fibre TT bicycle with mirrors on the aerobars. Due to an unfortunate drill accident at work (I am a dentist), my face is permanently disfigured into a smug look that is visible even from behind my head.
While cycling on the rail trail today at 4:20pm I saw a stoner dude on a pennyfarthing up ahead and I tootled past him with a hearty "cheerio!" Shortly thereafter I heard a horrifying snuffleupagus sound behind me and turned, shocked, to see his beet-red face twisted in fury. Certain that he was a psychopathic anti-dentite who was only about 4 crank revolutions away from full cardiac rupture, I turned off the rail trail immediately.
He immediately fell off his bike and lay panting on the verge. As I tootled on my merry way, I saw that he had taken out some sort of smart phone device and was frantically recording the event for posterity.
No true dentist would tootle away without leaving the poor guy some floss!
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