Well, it occurred to me, in a moment of reverie, that we must have vague memories of when we were the fastest sperm to the egg, and can't get over that finish line joy.
It was a glorious day, but I didn't ride. But I remember .............. -- Les faits relatés ici ne sont que pure fiction, et ne sauraient être utilisés ou rapprochés d'une situation réelle existant ou ayant existée
Ahh, Sandy, with you French everything is sex. It would be interesting to see how you tie sex in with mass production.
Don't blame it on the French, Tom. And you're kidding, right - you don't know the obvious link between sex and mass pro? Did your bike seat end the fun?