when I ride my handcycle I turn into A DIFFERENT person. Today:
1. rode for 2.25 hours without a shirt on. Kristin whaaat. Stopped and talked with so many people. They didn’t patronize me, which was nice.
2. screamed the sentence “dis weather is good” like ebonics to men in a porch. I picked up a new dialect. Then I waved my hands off and kept going.
3. Riding with my elbows up to air out my armpits because I saw someone doing that once at a soccer game. I don’t sweat. who am I