A word to the wise - don’t hang your shirt on your bike.
It was warm. It was sunny. It was summer. It seemed like a good time to bike shirtless.
It wasn’t.
I was on my bike this weekend when the shirt hanging from my handlebars suddenly got roped into my front wheel.
Next thing I knew, I was on my elbows sliding along the pavement. For those of you who haven’t has this experience, it’s awesome.
The part that sucks is the gravel-removing shower. Ow.
