the anticute
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Believe it or not, extramarital “head sex” — the emotional bond formed with a secret lover of...
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When Zoé wants to go back inside, she means it!
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Our Chloe baby at 11 weeks!
Submitted by K&V
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A tragic collision in the 2012 Derptathlon. Cones of shame all around.
Reblogged again just because it makes me laugh every...
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I would like the Corgi Addict followers to be aware of this beautiful, fluffy, adult, black headed tri-color corgum pemmie that I found via...
I got this in an email from ebay. This is not a mountain bike. If you take this on a mountain bike trail, funny videos of you getting hurt will appear on youtube.
I kind of want this bike, but I already have a fixed gear. But this bike is the antithesis of my very bright pink and black fixed gear. It’s so classic, like I should add some fenders then ride it to the market in a dress.
iMapmyrun, you are so funny. And by funny, I mean full of shit.
My favorite shade of pink is the one on my fixie mixte.
I rode to Frank’s pizza, joystix (for pacman fever, where it smelled like sweaty nerds in one corner), and just now to houston press music awards to see matt & kim. I rode my mixte in a mini skirt — this is my big accomplishment for the week.
It’s been a sweaty weekend cuz it’s freaking hot outside.
James picked these up at a local bike shop (West End) and I thought it would be helpful to share. The city ordinance that was on the back of this can be found here.
Look who it is! That’s right — some person riding a bicycle. Click through to see the whole set of 61 pictures and 1 movie from the Bear Creek Crits, part deux. Thanks to some magical computer trickery, these don’t look half bad.
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I took this yesterday!
GPOYW - We ride bikes inside edition.
I was going to post on facebook but decided against it.
So I rode in the space race today. I signed up for the 40 mile ride which I was positive I could do, but boyfriend and his friend signed up for the 100 mile ride.
But when the turn off comes for the 40 mile riders, I keep going because my legs feel pretty good and I figure that I can keep this up for at least 4 hours.
We are riding along and it’s amazingly easy to keep a 18-20 mph pace on my new bike. I’m feeling good as we skip the first rest stop. I’m feeling fine as we depart from the 20 mile rest stop. I’m even feeling okay as we get through the 40-something mile rest stop.
Then the wind hits. And the same effort it took to go 18mph would only get me 12-15 mph. By the time I get around 55 miles in, I hate my life because the wind’s made me her bitch. Fast forward 15 torcherous, windy miles 2 rest stops. I get completely dropped off because I can barely go 12 mph and I flag down this car I think is a SAG car. Except it’s not. It’s Liverpool, TX’s head of police. He was nice enough to give me a ride to the nearest rest stop so I could hop a ride back to the finish line because I had nothing left in my legs and they were starting to cramp up. I stopped exactly 70 miles into the race.
All in all, the race was pretty fun. Specifically, the first part. I don’t feel bad about dropping out 30 miles away from the finish because, hey, I only signed up to ride 40 miles in the first place. I’m just ecstatic that I rode that far — it’s about 3x longer than I’ve ever ridden before in one day.
Yay, the end. Oh, and I have the weirdest cycling tan and my legs felt like bricks.
