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Bikecommute: The Ouchening

You know, I love riding my bike. The weirdness. The inherent goodness. The gut-trimming freeness of the fuel.

And when it's cold like it is around here right now, I love the badass-validation I get from pedalling to work. But, I have to admit, much as I love knowing that my quads are a veritable caloric blast-furnace when I'm on my bike, I'm kind of over the feeling of ball-peen hammers pounding me just above the knees as I climb hills in the bitter cold.
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