Sometimes I imagine being the sort of high brow artist who gets their ideas from flashes of incredible inspiration. I dream of receiving divine exhortations and then laboring to express them. But honestly, I came up with this comic in the parking lot of the grocery store. I crossed the street in front of a huge truck, and noticed one of those comically small single-bike tailgate pads. And that got me thinking, what else in mountain biking triggers that same visceral reaction?
The Saddest Sights in Mountain Biking
