Eww, backpack. I've got enough heavy crap on me, with my helmet, jacket, jeans, boots, gloves, iPod, earphones, beer... No thanks. I'll take my overstuffed fat guy bike, you kids can scream past me and my cooler as fast as you want.
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What goes around comes around. Sometimes you get what's coming around, and sometimes you are what's coming around. You see what I mean?
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