I cannot believe I have not dedicated a single post to the backpack love of my life. [I love backpacks] Maybe I can, maybe this is a metaphor for all the things we use and love and never recognize… Anyway this type of content now belongs on henry? Idk, this is the inside blogball of…
Check out this bad boy: I rolled up to the Austin airport with a fully-assembled bike. It’s my mom’s Gary Fisher Nirvana circa at least 7 years ago and while she put up quite the fight saying she MIGHT ride it SOMEDAY, I eventually convinced her to relent with tales of how CONVENIENT it would…