I’m cycling along part of the Swedish coast and as usual, packing and getting ready to go was a series of small breakdowns and catastrophes, and as usual, I survived and got to the bus much later than intended but with enough time to be let on ๐ (They were running a little bit late, and then the bikes needed attaching to the bus.. Mine was the last up, and a lady arrived while they were hanging my bike on the hooks and thanked me for getting her the extra time she needed ๐
“..her nail polish is always chipped,
but ooh-oooh she’s got that thang!”
Uncle Kracker
I’m not exactly sure what a thang is, but I’m assuming it’s a southern American thing.
I’m not exactly sure what I have either, but there’s a lot of it.
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