So this morning I was riding down the river, as is my wont, when I all of a sudden I rolled up on a guy with a fishing bike.
A FUCKING FISHING BIKE!!!
He had his tackle box in a basket on the front, and he had fashioned a rod holder out of an old head tube that was affixed to a rack on the back. It was amazing.
He was fishing for stripers and carp in the Charles on the way to work. Amazing.
He also had a portrait of William Tecumseh Sherman tattooed on his calf.
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