[BikeMag]

In white Mighty Mouse boxers, Stephen lay sideways on a narrow bed. A Vancouverite, what little patches of skin he chose not to ink screamed exposure as loudly as JFK needed a limo with a roof. Hemmed by upside-down bikes and 80 pounds of camera gear, Stephen whispered, in a voice well suited to phone sex, "potato salad." We'd certainly suffered for our art.

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