Its late at night, cyclist in the garage aligning his cantilever brake pads, its dark outside, cold, quiet. The door creaks slightly, the cyclist, nervy, turns to see whats there... Nothing. Suddenly, the mobile phone rings making the cyclist jump, number withheld, odd. Hit the green button, the cyclist asks... "hello?".
"I know what you rode last summer"
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"I know what you rode last summer"
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