Spandex is a Preference (or How I Put my Judgment in Check)

I find myself getting judgmental when I ride my cool vintage cruiser to work, and a spandex-wearing, safety-helmeted, racer-bike guy whizzes past me.  Then I feel guilty for being judgmental.  Then I figure he’s judging me anyway, so I may as well judge how uptight he seems with this snug clothing…

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