Cyclists are weird. While on a country drive, I found this dude stopped on side of the road. I pulled over, wondering if he had a flat. But no, dude was doing some stretching exercises, showing off his lycra/spandex mix shorts. He certainly didn’t mind my camera as it added to his narcissistic sense of self-worth.

Sadly for him, a griefer in a hockey mask with machete chanced upon as and killed him. I killed the griefer twice in revenge for my fallen newfound weird cyclist friend, and left then corpse behind for Blaine Country’s finest to clean up.

And no, I didn’t steal dude’s bike.