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Buffed Away

Rode 48 miles across I-90 bridge and up around Lake
Washington today. Got home (at the top of a series of
hills, naturally) and wanted to just fall off the bike
into grass. Juicy, fluffy green grass looks really
comfortable, until you get close enough to see the insect
civilization thriving within.

Being in shape must feel like having your ass kicked all
the time.