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To Interbike, or Outerbike, that is the question:
WHETHER TIS NOBLER IN THE MIND TO SUFFER THE SHOTS AND SLOTS OF OUTRAGEOUS
VEGAS,
Or to take arms against a sea of outrageous bib shorts,
And by trying them on without a jersey: to ride, to shame
No more; and by shame, to say we end
The Chafing, and the thousand natural shocks
That Taint is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To ride, to shame,
To shame, perchance to [chamois] cream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that shame of death, what creams may come,
When we have shuffled this mortal coil shock,
Must give us pause.
And….. I'm done. I'm not a poet. Clearly.
Love you too, Pete. But only sardonically.
Sept. 22, 2016, 4:40 p.m. - Cooper
#!markdown To Interbike, or Outerbike, that is the question: WHETHER TIS NOBLER IN THE MIND TO SUFFER THE SHOTS AND SLOTS OF OUTRAGEOUS VEGAS, Or to take arms against a sea of outrageous bib shorts, And by trying them on without a jersey: to ride, to shame No more; and by shame, to say we end The Chafing, and the thousand natural shocks That Taint is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To ride, to shame, To shame, perchance to [chamois] cream; aye, there's the rub, For in that shame of death, what creams may come, When we have shuffled this mortal coil shock, Must give us pause. And….. I'm done. I'm not a poet. Clearly. Love you too, Pete. But only sardonically.