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Last night I dreamed that I met Baconrider in real life. I met him at Whole Foods. He had a normal bicycle, not his recumbant trike. Turned out he only road the recumbant trike sometimes and other times he road his normal bicycle. Then it turned out that we both lived in the same apartment building on the same floor and his unit was only two doors down from mine. I think the numbers were 301 and 303 or something like that. Third floor I believe. Then we went on a ride together and he was a little ways ahead of me and I had a flat tire and kept riding trying to catch up to him, I lost him completely, then I found someone who I thought was him but I think it ended up being someone else. Also when I first met him at Whole Foods he was wearing his full face helmet, later when I rode with him I think I forgot it was him and it was just a random /n/igger wearing a normal helmet. I also forgot to ask Baconrider if he's vegan, I heard on /n/ that he is. Have you ever dreamed about Baconrider, /n/?
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What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you fat lazy cager? I’ll have you know I placed top of my age group in the local Cat 1 race, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Goodyear, and I have over 300 confirmed destroyed death cages. I am trained in endurance cycling and I’m the top rider in the entire Tour De France pantheon. You are nothing to me but just another cager. I will wipe you the fuck out with speed the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of cyclists across the USA and your license plate number is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that hydroplanes out the pathetic little thing I call your death cage. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can smash your windshield in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my u-lock. Not only am I extensively trained in u-lock combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Cycling Team and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will smash fury all over your death cage and you will die in it. You’re fucking dead, cager.