I’m not Batman, but I do have my own “Batcave” of sorts. The half duplex that Lindsay and I rent has a massive basement, with a “mini door” directly to the backyard. All the extra space downstairs, and the easy-access-door make me feel like a super-hero when I suit up and ride out into the yard.
When I get home, I just open the door, push the bike down the 3 or 4 steps, lean it against the wall, ditch the riding gear, and walk up a set of stairs that lead directly to my bedroom. How sweet is that? I’m like Batman, except without the fancy toys, intimate knowledge of science, money, and ass-kicking-skills.
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