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I may have worded it badly, I was cycling and the driver swerved twice to hit me for taking the lane.
I'm sure his kids were probably embarrassed, the poor kid in the front seat looked petrified as the unnecessary verbal abuse spewed forth from his legal guardian.

btw, I'm fine and the last ten Kms were faster than normal, so adrenoturboboost

I hate the cunt that twice swerved to hit me today and abused me for taking the lane in a narrow street, all while having two children in the car. Way to impress upon the next generation of psychotic cyclist haters you fucking neanderthal.
Reported but doubt fuck all will happen.

Oh my bad,replied to wrong post, yeah the Tron bike is out there and I don't think even 10 year old me would have ridden that monstrosity, but the Allez style is memories

had a similar set-up when I was 10, but with better brake lever placement
all the wheelies, all the time, much fun was had

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I'm convinced that Dexter: New Blood is written by 12 year olds

Bob Saget, 65
https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2022/01/bob-saget-dies

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"tHaT's A rOaD bIeK" useramey

your a rode biek

All your wheelbase are belong to us

Bold statement

Nelson sunset

Bangladesh on track for an upset win over the Black Caps

*sigh

Cocks handling the stiffs is surely nominative determinism

sunflower seed sourdough

Watched Lamb last night, other half could not stop laughing, I felt it was just an arthouse wankfest, so I rinsed my eyes by watching Die Hard 2, the shittest of the trilogy ( yes, trilogy) and yet still superior to the Icelandic Weresheep

RIP Betty

https://bikepacking.com/news/vastos-xk1000/

before the internet became what it is today, his name was Bradley and he worked in the Scone Fish and Chip Shop. He had a fondness for funny cat videos, military secrets and hardcore pornography and set about documenting them all.
It's believed that if you type Bradley three times into Bing (in webdings) a portal will open the seven gates of hell and Peter Cook will appear clad in skintight red vinyl.

go home bikepacking, you drunk