
Our father, whose art's in heven, hollow be thy frame. Thy links' cogs run. Thy wheel be done on earth, as it is in bicycle heaven. Give us this day our steely thread. And forgive us our dents, as we fogive our denters, or dentees. So why not lead us into temptation, as long as you're delivering us from evil: for thine is the kingdom, and the pedal power, and the chrome-plated glory, for ever. AMEN
April 30 is my dad's birthday. He rides chromoly steel. Cool!
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