I'm walking into the restroom in the parking lot at Rock Bridge State Park before our ride today as my buddy pulls up. I come out and get ready to take my bike off the rack when I notice something looks a little "different" about my bike. Cute huh?
His name on here is "Bike Collector." A name he aquired by not riding enough. Of course I've never teased him about it. So if he says anything about me it's probably a vicious pack of lies.