I walked into a bike store recently and got treated like a regular person.
Not talked down to. Not steered towards pink handlebar streamers or a “ladies bike” with enough room over the pedals for my hoop skirt or pantaloons. (I rarely wear pantaloons anymore, in case you were wondering. You know, just sometimes on …
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