Butt Ron, isn’t that what Jake’s legs look like already? I guess maybe I’ll have to start riding with my prescription glasses. Either way, you’ll have to fight for position because Jac is my leadout in the MIT sprint train. (P.S. Ron, I gave you a honk from my old mans beige Jetta Diesel when I passed you on your ride to Mitchell today. You probably thought it was some gorgeous Dame admiring your legs and took it as a sexist thing as I noticed you didn’t wave. Now that you know it was me in the beige camel (she’ll run for miles on nothing but fumes), I’ll expect to see a more friendly acknowledgement next time.)
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