The Bounce

I bike to work like any other Euro puff around here and am lucky to say the ride takes me along a beautiful lake shaped water thing with swans and ducks and some heron. You know, nature shit. There's a popular running track beside the bike path and just like in Amsterdam, about 99% of the runners are ladies. Us men folk don't do running. And if we do, it sure as fuck ain't by some birdshit filled lake. We run through forests and strangers living rooms.

What's particularly interesting about the ladies and their running is that none of these typically young women are wearing a bra. I don't mean they aren't wearing a sports bra - I mean NO bra. It's like watching a tall person bounce a basketball, "boing, boing, boing." Is there some kind of tit bouncing competition I'm not aware of? Tits really can bounce, man. But won't that make the tits all messed up later? And doesn't that shit hurt?

I remain constantly amazed by these subtle cultural differences. Oh, and parking tickets here are $125 a crack.