Cynthia this morning on my way to work, looking good as a walkenger.
Me riding like a prick on the way home, endo-ing into two very scared mexicans. We were both in the wrong; I skipped a red light, and they were skipping a red man. We both thought we could make it through if we sped up, we both thought wrong.
Cynthia this morning on my way to work, looking good as a walkenger.
Me riding like a prick on the way home, endo-ing into two very scared mexicans. We were both in the wrong; I skipped a red light, and they were skipping a red man. We both thought we could make it through if we sped up, we both thought wrong.