Okay for the record I know how to get my pedal up, it's just so stinking hard when you've rocked clipless pedals long enough.

Anyway, we went grocery getting tonight and I still love my beasty. Sure my outfit is usually worth more and yeah I probably don't need lycra to run to the grocery store, but I love the ritual. My shoes are nowhere to be found so I miss the clicky clicky around the store but oh well.

I got home just in time too because it's dumping rain, again. Oh well. I brought the beasty inside and told her "You're a tiger, baby, raaaaar!" but she just sat there while I took pics. No comments on seat post location it's freegin stuck there right now and I physically abuse my ta-tas in the drops.


Awwwh yeah baby, you'd pay good money for two tone like that!


The only part of her that's pretty


Lug, lug, lug, lug, lug, lug, la la luuuuuuugs, make the world go 'round.