checking out people's dogs (i want a pet dog)
boobs
anyone driving a 4x4 and thinking about how they must be a wanker to drive this giant vehicle through fucking SW19
my hurting hands
my scranus
worrying about if my san marco rolls saddle will make me impotent with all that scranus pressure
considering bibshorts or tights, what my life might be like if i clad myself in that kind of depraved cloth like the roadie going nowhere
judging other people's bikes (singlespeed with no rear brake? wanklord! being an example of a judging thought)
constant threat estimation of potholes and glass fields
is the chain too dirty? is the chain too loose?
wishing someone would just courier me an espresso
wishing i could somehow take off the fucking lame decal from the toptube
how long until i am home?
thoughts go along the lines of:
checking out people's dogs (i want a pet dog)
boobs
anyone driving a 4x4 and thinking about how they must be a wanker to drive this giant vehicle through fucking SW19
my hurting hands
my scranus
worrying about if my san marco rolls saddle will make me impotent with all that scranus pressure
considering bibshorts or tights, what my life might be like if i clad myself in that kind of depraved cloth like the roadie going nowhere
judging other people's bikes (singlespeed with no rear brake? wanklord! being an example of a judging thought)
constant threat estimation of potholes and glass fields
is the chain too dirty? is the chain too loose?
wishing someone would just courier me an espresso
wishing i could somehow take off the fucking lame decal from the toptube
how long until i am home?