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To the victor....

...come the spoils:
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FM Roadie said…
Trolls shouldn’t be loud mouths but this one is. Hardy verbal handshake for your state crit victory. Now for a delicate elbow to the rib. The next time you post a gratuitous naked man with a towel pic why not chose a spiffier towel – perhaps something with stripes or better yet an argyle pattern.

Someone upstairs was listening when I pondered “Can cycling get any sexier?” during one of my weekday training rides. I had envisioned some type of “CCGAS?” posting after being thoroughly disappointed more than one local racing club had taken their group photo with their helmets on. No sooner had that lament come to light than I pass a very buff male rider wearing only bibs on the Greenway trail. And now your towel shot. Oh my! Going forward I’ve got to be boat loads more careful what I wish for.
Pete said…
SWEET! Lindstrom reads my blog!
FM Roadie said…
Damn it; I knew I should have removed the ‘BAIT ME’ sticker on my back before I posted my comment. My eighth sense tells me you already know FM Roadie is not an alias for Lindstrom. But just in case I’m off – think less Speed Stick antiperspirant more Dove powder-scented deodorant.

Now even if you’ve got me IDed (FM = female). I am 2444.056 to the square root - divided by 3750.09532 - carried to the 5th decimal place- times 256 cubed - percent certain you have not uncovered my modus operandi so here’s a clue: deconstruction of an ancient cycling ghetto.
Pete said…
I love dirty talk.
FM Roadie said…
You did it; you disarmed me.
So is this were I break down and confess that I am completely enamored with
XXX
Wait for it ….
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Bontrager Race Lite Clinchers?

Or remind you to lube up after applying citrus degreaser to you bike chain.

Perhaps if I wasn’t so distracted testing out the Competitive Cyclist road saddle demo kit to find the perfect fit between my legs I would have more time to play the part of your cock tease.

Honestly I’ve got to quit while I’m ahead and go suck on a bar of ivory soap for awhile. The guilt is killing me. My boyfriend just mentioned he almost cried watching the Christian the lion reunion hug on YouTube and I realize I need to spend more time cuddling him and less time poking my head in on stranger’s blogs where it doesn’t belong.

The alarm has been reset; all is well.
Peace – sunshine and flowers be with you.

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