

savoring a bowl of moroccan tomato inside grateful bread. it gets steamy inside from all the good stuff they cook up in this place. i noticed a number of other peeps on bikes stopping by for a to-go cup.
'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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Moroccan Tomato is rockin!
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