A Glamorous Photo of Me on My Bike
Doesn't it make me look a little like a triple agent on a secret mission, zooming off to some embassy (or gay bar) with brisk aplomb?
Doesn't the spontaneity of the shot reek of all sorts of forward motion and New York zip-a-dee-hoo-ha?
Does anyone else carry off the stunning feat of riding a broken-down bike while wearing a Brooks Brothers jacket?
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