Aside from melting dog-shit, the smell that really drives it home to the old brain-nodule that Spring has finally sprung has to be that new knee pad smell.
You know the one, that rainbow-festering, smells like teen spirit aroma of brand new spongey goodness that only a BRAND NEW set of knee pads can possibly smell like.
Nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more.
187's. Good deals at PRO. Burn witch burn.
Seriously, treat yourself.
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