The Self-Righteous Cyclist
Monday, March 28, 2011
Songs to sprint to
When the lactic acid is boiling your quads, bury your head and drop the hammer and sing: "Whoa-ho-HO! Whoa-ho-HO! Whoa-ho-HO-HO-HO!"
Ladies and gentlemen, Chicago's own, Naked Raygun.
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