tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post6318450274634900854..comments2023-08-30T09:57:31.058-05:00Comments on Wholesome, Steel-Cut Goodness: Real-icksbradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12422901243969548083noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post-61775061352114029652012-05-18T00:11:24.393-05:002012-05-18T00:11:24.393-05:00tick tock.tick tock.Flintstone R Cubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09534736994621915569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post-42450827643855086302012-05-11T11:05:34.743-05:002012-05-11T11:05:34.743-05:00I had to do the same to my first pair of Diadoras....I had to do the same to my first pair of Diadoras. They smelled like cat pee after riding in the rain. Then again, I had a cat a the time...bradyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12422901243969548083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102685661617062574.post-10785198004879965282012-05-11T08:45:52.150-05:002012-05-11T08:45:52.150-05:00So sad. A few weeks ago, I had to retire (shitcan...So sad. A few weeks ago, I had to retire (shitcan) my first pair of modern era road shoes I ever bought. These blue Shimano carbons I was quite fond of. They were beat up and torn up, but still very comfortable. No discernible odor. Then, I got caught in the rain with them. Somehow, demons from the depths need water to grow big and strong. After that, no amount of baking soda, bleach, freezer time helped. In fact, I'm pretty sure the freezer time just made the ice cream taste funny. Goodbye old friends. You stink like a week-old warm bag full of damp grass.Flintstone R Cubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09534736994621915569noreply@blogger.com