Doe...

This wennie was breathing like he got hit by a big rig !

When I served, everyone above the rank of Sgt had a fucking race bike with all the Lycra. Then they'd brag all week about how many fucking miles they've done on Strava. We used to call it a late career crisis. Too old a worn out to pound the pavements running but not old enough for golf clubs. Guy's spending 3000 bucks on a bike then having an expert , set it up and customised to the rider.

And then they'd rave about having a super special, unique gear ratio, just for them. And like all hobbies and fads, they give it up after 6 months.

I hope the deer is ok. Bike faggots? Not so much.