No evidence, but fenders rock
I had a pretty good chuckle at Phil’s expense Monday morning, but I couldn’t bring myself to whip out the camera in the locker room for documentation purposes. Can you blame me?
Anyway, we had an absolutely delightfully warm morning. It was 59 degrees when I left the house on my Surly. I enjoyed the warm humid air and the wet streets.
Phil, on the other hand, didn’t enjoy those same wet streets nearly as much as I did. He was nearly black from head to toe…and was dressed in a white kit.
Phil, my friend, that’s why fenders rock!
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