Sunday, August 26, 2012

Sweaty Hat Head

My old job had bike parking in an area separate from our lobby. It was a great benefit since you knew your stuff was secure all day, plus entering through the loading docks and stashing my bike made me feel like an urban adventurer with privileged access. But the best part of the deal was walking from the bike storage area through the lobby and eventually into the elevator dripping with sweat while surrounded by people wearing suits. They had no idea I'd just ridden a few miles on my bike; to them I was just a sweaty guy with really bad hat-head.

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