Ow, My Perineum
For a long time I looked down my nose at people with sore asses after riding their bikes. Now, two days into my return to bicycle commuting — or rather, by three miles into the first day (and today is the second) — my ass feels like I am smuggling hot coals betwixt my cheeks. In other news, I bought new camouflage handlebar tape, so now I am ready for your basic Red Dawn scenario.