
stopping for supplies

a night ride would not be fun without music. dig the disco balls on top.

bianchis in the house: franky's P.U.S.S, and my B.U.S.S
'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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