Bike Commuter

Before my bike turned on me like a wild horse and bucked me onto my collarbone, I used to ride to work. It was only a mile or so and I never really worried too much about getting grease on my pant leg, plus my typical dark jeans would hide the grease anyhow. But if I wore loose fitting slacks, I would definitely be cognizant of the chain's dragon-like potential to eat my pants.

Have a good week!