Bicycle Porn

Today was a good day.

Lesser men would call it great, but I'm too reserved to ever really say that. There was barbecue, Perl coding, organic waffles, and the splitting of a La Fin du Monde with my best friend.

Oh, and vintage bicycle ad porn.

I walked in circles for about three miles today, and now I'm kind of regretting being single, in the sense that my legs hurt like a son of a bitch and I could benefit from letting more than strong Canadian beer and ibuprofen go to work on them.