
we were cruising through the roca rollers and we passed through some 'road closed' barricades. sometimes that means it's closed just to cars so we kept going. a mile later we had to do a little cyclocross action across the bridge.
'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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