Another verbal faux pas. They always seem to be associated with cycling. I was talking to the CEO of BRAG about the possibility of Hubby riding his motorcycle along the BRAG route next year, after he retires. Sort of in a support capacity. We had a "motorcycle gang" years ago.
I asked how long each day Hubby would have to ride, because his back starts to hurt after extended periods on the bike. Three or four hours was the answer.
"That's good," I said, "but he has to get off every hour or so."
Sigh.
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Apropos of absolutely nothing, a videographer wearing an eye patch makes me go, "Hmmmmmmm..."
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