on weakened pelvic flooring

and the power of surprise!

It was an odd day dear reader.

Well…

Odd in some ways, yet entirely predictable.

You see, today, Zeke and I went out on a group bike ride. The group size? Like seventy people. It was a bike rally.

I don’t normally do groups. That was the odd part.

It was fun.

But the predictable part?

In this group of like minded people, in my most trollish way of giving no fucks, inevitably found some conflict.

Surprising?

Of course not.

Lennie set it up a bit better for all y’all.

There were people doing three different lengths of ride. Zeke and I were of the ten doing the longest version.

Though we ride ‘together’ I’m mostly on my own while out with Zeke these days. He’s a lot faster than me..

At around the 88th of 98k I caught up to two women. They were ladies of means.

And that ‘means’?

They were mean girls.

Well.

That’s what I soon learned.

They had expensive bikes and all of the right cycling clothes.

They were riding slow and one was fucking around with her cell phone.

Flying along on an open, gravel road, I pas…