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most of the time, im fine just keeping head down and riding but the one I must confess is the dirty noisy creaky bike.
Im all for riding the poo poo out of the bike but if I find myself behind the guy with the chain that hasnt seen a drop of lube in the last decade, I am trying to find another wheel to follow.
It just picks at my brain like water torture when Im suffering.
I dont know if years of group riding have numbed me to the other stuff or lowered my expectations of other riders, but not much of it gets under my skin.
well maybe the guy that cusses and screams at every car he feels gets to close..
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