I feel the pressure building up inside my head
I feel the distance drowning me in my own sweat
'Cause I need the cold now
It’s my turn to roll out all the stops
And show that I know where I have to go
I’ve got to find my way back
Retrace my steps, so I can prove to you that I’m alive
Crawling my way back to the place
I know that’s meant for me to find my way back
(M) This scene from Fast Times At Ridgemont High, (and the lost-virginity scene from the baseball dugout, and the quickie pool house scene) were the ultimate for me and millions of other boys of my generation.
I was 10. And I wanted to touch boobies really bad.
And, to this day I cannot hear “Moving in Stereo” by The Cars without thinking of titties coming out of a red bikini.
The wheels take impact and stress off your legs, and the position helps your spine, but you’re still doing running motions instead of biking motions, so your legs are getting a good workout, and you can go for longer
nerdy shit aside, iamgine how sick it must be to just let those feet fly into the air and do superman poses down a highway