
gone in no time. i wonder what the people who were eating inside were thinking. after riding i never have a problem scarfing down huge amounts of food. i needed it though because i didn't have any breakfast so my tank was empty.
'never again during the remainder of his journey to San Francisco would he equal or surpass this day's eighty-eight-mile effort. furthermore, never again on the trip would he encounter roads as fine as those he met in the Cornhusker state. riding through Wyoming and every state or territory thereafter, Nellis would long for the "excellent paths" of Nebraska.' - An American Cycling Odyssey, 1887
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