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Way Back Wednesday



So here I am with my "muscle shirt" and sportin' my messenger bag as I rode my bike to and from work everyday. Please note the great legs from all of that riding.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I can't even claim that I didn't kow you back then . . .
Unknown said…
Hey, did you get that hat from Castro. If so, can you get me a box of Cohiba's and a mojito?
Unknown said…
Is this picture from St. Patrick's Day 1992? I can totally tell from the derby hat!!

Love it, Muscles!!!
WickedHamster said…
A brutally handsome beast!
Travel said…
Ready to ride like the wind!

Dg
Woodchuck said…
Ride like the wind...that was a Christopher Cross song. I was much cooler than that...
Me said…
Oh my goodness! LOL. I just had to chuckle out loud when I saw your cute little shirt.
Anonymous said…
I'm a-still looking for the legs

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