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I have a story to add, believe me, the experience was truly horrifying, BOTH TIMES. I've just gotten into cycling and as luck would have it, there's a 15mile bike trail not far from where I live. Fabulous...only you have to veer around little kids and walkers...and runners. Normally this isnt a problem, you let them know you're there and they more safely out of your way and you do your part to make sure you're doing the same. This day, have a great pace going, weather is warm, but nice....and suddenly there he is: the rippling wonder. I guess it was a little warm but the sun was setting so I see no reason for the shirt to have been off on this 50 year old man....but unfortunately it was...and he was all greasy, sweaty, glimmering in the sun <---you know, in a bad way. So I'm kind of becoming mesmerized by this jiggling shiny object rapidly becoming closer and closer to me and then I notice it.........I swear to you he had patches of pubic hair on his BACK.....
Like I said I normally try my best to say that I'm approaching but for the life of me I couldnt say a word because I was so horrified....I did manage, however, to not run into Jabba the Hut. I say this happened twice because I unfortunately encountered him again on my way home and to avoid personal injury, I had to force myself to look away.
...the things you'll see on a bike trail....who would've known....
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