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The Misconception

To the old couple inside the restaurant, sitting next to the window with us right outside:

Keep glaring...if you happen to get a flat tire or need help a ways down the road, we'll still stop and help.

Read the stickers we've got on the bike and think you know what they mean...odds are, your wrong.

Shake your head when the engines to loud and assume were disrespectful...you don't know that we'd stop traffic (and have many times) for a animal to cross the road.

Take a good look at our boots, worn out jackets and my helmet with the naked chick on the side...you'd never believe we wave at little kids in passing cars. You'd never imagine I could be your granddaughter.

And the little secret...the more you glare, the more you slide closer to the wall or go out of your way to walk farther around us, the funnier it is. We're some of the kindest people you'll never know.
Cassnadra Nuddkebrook
Sunday, April 11, 2010
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