A woman rides her bike in the Old Town Shopping Center parking lot. She is approximately fifty pounds overweight. She wears low rise jeans and a cropped t-shirt. And, she's showing about three inches of buttcrack.
Her tight jeans act like a corset for the globes of her buttocks, pushing the heaving tops of them up and over the waistband. When she hits bumps in the concrete, the fat jiggles, and I'm reminded of a Scarborough Faire bar wench.
Next, she turns toward a bike rack to stop in front of -- get this -- a tanning salon.