Hide your sons, husbands
Grandma Scooter Gang returns
Fear follows behind
I like to think that these tough old birds accepted Cyclist Grandma into their fold. Obviously, she can’t be an enforcer, but maybe they put her to use as a spy. Or maybe they see the usefulness of her crate basket. But don’t you underestimate her for a moment, because like her new friends, she’ll cut you soon as look you.
I have to walk that road every day I have a morning jog and I always pray that they allow me to pass through alive.
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