He was drawn to the curve of her … handlebars. Also, her butt.

Friends don't let friends drink and ride fixies. But friends also don't let friends drink Miller Lite, so they called it even.

Who needs a helmet when you've got a Jack Russell Terrier?

Juliette liked the helmet, in an ironic, that'll-do-you-a-fuck-lot-of-good sort of way.

Frank was having a blissful afternoon until he realized a thief had made off with his double scoop.

Liz totally brought the wrong beer to her afternoon picnic date with Frank Booth.

Foiled again! Next time, Jim would write down the time for the Critical Mass ride.

Lydia needed the heels. She was already riding on flats.

It would be well after dark before Bob realized he was in the wrong city.

The hairdo burned a little, but it was the perfect complement to the meat dress.