Palisades Neighborhood: There are Hot Pants Among Us

This morning as she was breezing past all the frustrated commuters stuck in a traffic jam on her bike, HP02 had an epiphany: its bike or bust baby. No more getting nervous every time there is a forcast of rain, no searching for excuses to just drive the .5 miles to work. No time for BS. Its balls to the wall, every damn day. Who the heck cares about a little racing stripe? As I felt the empowerment that comes with making such a resolute decision, a smile crossed my face, and it was at that very moment that some girl sitting in traffic yells to me "your thong is showing!" I looked over at her and about crashed into oncomming traffic as our eyes locked and we both started laughing uncontrollably. Balls to the wall, but for the love of pete keep your eyes on the road (and your underwear in your pants)!!