I hate female drivers.

I like female... everything, pretty much.

I snapped a carrot in the tanning bed the other day.

bit cramped for that, honestly.

In my experience, people generally tend to be going, rather than coming; Often screaming and crying.

Then again.....this guy should have heeded your advice:

***I'm curious about recumbents!***

You could definitely snap a carrot while riding a recumbent.

Unless it was a hand-cycle, of course.

On an upright: only if you have a Cobb or Adamo saddle, which marvelously preserve blood flow to pelvic region. Whacking off in a paceline, however, is distracting to the other gentlemen.

I draw the line at that. Someone has to have some principles around here.

Wil somebody please shut my brain off or hit "reset" button or something.

Uh-oh.

Lets get back to the guy who hates female drivers, quick!
i'm afraid i'm about to cause another thread to self-destruct. I was never here, ok?

LSD is a hellofa drug.

I got reprimanded by a mod...

I was almost worried.

I wanted to write something witty, but I'm not smart enough
Pirk

I want to shave my legs but worry about what my wife will say.

My wife bought me a lady razor for my birthday.

I snorted at this one and almost spilled my wine.

I'd rather get paid to poop.

I used to be a mod.

I test rode a four grand full suspension 29er mountain bike so i can test out the suspension, so much fun jumping it off curbs.

I have to poop in coveralls. imagine that. All the sht in your upper pockets falling onto the floor.

Sometimes I go on shorter rides on my cheap craigslist aluminum bike in basketball shorts (with bike shorts underneath) and a regular fashion t-shirt to feel better about myself passing people on nice bikes and not getting waves from roadies.. even though I have the full kit and a DI2 carbon bike w/ powertap at home.

I think it's to offset the feeling of getting dropped on faster group rides.

You have my condolences.

I was raised in Santa Cruz, but it has been 20 years since I left. Used to be everyone dressed in gym shorts and concert tees. That place never got out of 1973.

I don't know if this post was part of Gerry Hull's 'stream of psychosis' or not.

Anyway, one must work through the Kubler-Ross steps if you buy a recumbent:

Denial - I wouldn't be better off riding one of those monsters.

Anger - I know plenty of old goats with bad backs and balance problems, and those buttholes still ride their Cervelos.

Bargaining - OK, I might get a bent, but only if PCad gets one first.

Depression - So I looked at recumbents at the LBS and Holy Crap are they ugly.

Acceptance - How many miles does it take to get my bent legs (answer - about 2500)?


Fear not. If you're lucky you might go into remission. My mileage this week was 50% bent and 50% real bike.