During my mission I biked a ton, spanish missionaries in memphis tennessee had a lot of ground to cover, we biked 20 plus miles a day on a regular basis. I kept that bike and started biking in provo up the canyon. Great ride. When I wanted to go a little further it got to the point where little things started adding up gym shorts just weren't cutting it. But I said to myself, spandex is pretty gay. Then I did 40 miles I bought some bike shorts the next day. I felt exposed wearin those puppies, I kid you not, I would look outside to make sure no one was looking, I'd double time it down the stairs and get off my street as fast as my reduced friction legs would carry me. Flash forward to now: I have fully embraced the bike short mentality. The way I feel about bike shorts now followed the path that a general authority used to describe sin. At first you're repulsed by the thought, then you dabble with the idea, you try it out, then you embrace it.
I have fully embraced my bike shorts. And I'm not the only one. I'm one of five in my weekly biking group. Yes, we have a group, a secret combination, we have other clandestine activities, but one difference between us and other groups of ill repute is that we do our dirty work in broad daylight. And although it may be wrong... it just feels so right
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