My friend asked how often we cleaned our bikes. I said maybe twice a year? I’ll hose it off sometimes I guess.
After the ride, I went home, gave her a Yakima millstone I’ve had for years, and cleaned my bike*. I also straightened up the rack*.
I didn’t clean my bike so OCD strangers would think I wasn’t “a poor,” or without taste, or a garbage person. Those fuckers make me want to ride the dirtiest bike I can stand. Don’t confuse OCD for integrity. Don’t conflate a different brand of OCD from yours with a moral failing.
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