Sure, Lance Armstrong’s rebound from ball cancer is a good endorsement to ride a bike. But then again, George Hincapie’s fucked up leg veins is as much an endorsement to never ride a bike.
WHAT THE FUCK? He’s either got a ball of yarn in his calf muscle or he’s growing a second brain? Let’s call bike riding a push and just stay on the couch and drink a beer. [via doobybrain]