Ride Lugged

I dont blog. Jazz is eterenally gay. Your bag looks sweet. I dont get to say that enough. Why should I ride with lugs. What will riding with lugs accomplish. What are you going to do, organize a ride but require confirmation of “lugs” before acceptance to said ride is advanced. Nazi.

Somtimes I dont shower that often and I smell bad.

I think you should make me a handlebar bag. I will give you money or something even. I need something that leaves rooms for my hands on the bars even when my hands are book-ending the stem. I dont always ride in the hoods. I never ride in the drops. In fact if my drops were taken from me beyond the visual que I would never know. Until maybe that one moment when cornereing fast swooping curves at forty plus, this happens infrequently, that I drop for the drops. I’m not sure I would notice immediately that they were gone, what with the smearing of my body across an uneven and corse landscape occupying my thoughts, if at this point you could call that kind of synapse firing thoughts, or later, if I survived, when I regain conciousness and ten years has passed.