A couple years ago I was riding through the “Ghetto” of Milwaukee when I caught up to a fella riding a bright yellow 70’s Schwinn sprint. I could hear his chain squeaking 3 blocks away............

Sometimes it feels like cycling is almost an “all-boys club”.....

Truer words are rarely spoken....

I just wish there were more options...

But for now hes got some pretty tiny scissors.

As the day to day passes by I usually just tend to think with my stomach,
but when Im on my bike I think with my ankles, knees, hips and a myriad of other body parts.

Photos stolen from this guy.