Paul and I rode bikes to Noblesville this weekend. It was something like a
42-mile round trip, and it was awesome. The
Cannondale Synapse excelled on its first big trip. We stopped for a chicken sandwich at Barley Island in Noblesville. We'd never met any of the dudes that were working there, but they all seemed to know who we were.
Maybe I have the "look" of a cyclist. Or more likely, it's the fact that I wore
cleats and spandex into a bar.
I always wanted to be a "bike guy."
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Updated: I added the "Stories Where I'm Not Wearing Pants" label. I'm a little alarmed at how frequently I've had to use that one.
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or perhaps it was because brought the bikes into the bar...
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