Chappy Wood
- February 29th, 2012
- By Ryan
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the man himself
I love riding bicycles. I can count the things I like better on one hand’s fingers. Sometimes I don’t want to ride, sure, but when I do and can’t, shit hits the fan. This has been the case since the middle of January, as knee troubles have resulted in nonexistent or short and inconsistent riding. Being the dork of human anatomy and physiology that I am, my inability to diagnose and remedy this situation frustrated me to a further extent. Bike fits, countless foam roller sessions, massage, self-massage, ice, heat, ice, heat, biofreeze, voltaren, ice, heat. Feel better. Try to ride. Feel worse. It seemed I was no good at the things I enjoy. (Euro english:) “Oyyyyuggghhh Amateur.”



















