never bug daddy on the crapper

on setting boundaries in public restrooms

Some people’s children eh?

Dear reader, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.

Everyone is some person’s children and I ran into a particularly lovely piece of work on Sunday.

Sunday was another 100 mile ride. These epic journeys have gone from being something nearly impossible to somewhat of a habit.

It makes sense.

As a 19 year old, drinking a sicks pack of beer was almost impossible and resulted in me being destroyed for the entire next day. Over the years it became a habit.

This is why it’s really good that yours truly doesn’t drink anymore.

But riding a bike an absurd distance?

It’s become my new six pack.

Though I don’t have a six pack stomach, my ass is fucking amazing and my calves are delicious to look at.

No shit.

I spent at least four minutes today embarrassing myself admiring my legs in the window of a store while some teens on the other side of the reflective glass mocked me.

Pfffft… what do they know. They would likely mock Mikey Angelo’s Davey boy too if they saw it. Fucking phe…