Originally Posted by
somnambulant
To dink in red Cavelier this morning: driving so close that it appears as though your car is inside the width of my handlebars and inches from my spinning pedals is NOT going to make me move over into the ice ruts so you can squeeze past the street car. Deal with it.
ps. does anyone have a link to a good 'how to make an ice-racing tire' page?
I did, but now don't. My work here is done.
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