And like sands through the hour glass, These are the days of Campfire Bicyclist Derangement Syndrome.
But they saw a man in form fitting shorts.
“Form-fitting shorts”?
I prefer the term “let me broadcast the odor of my sweaty crotch pad and stink up the place” shorts.
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
