jen, aaron and i had just flown through the alps into denton. we could easily hit 35mph on the some of downhill sections, but i couldn't get jen to try to hit 45mph with me. it was that windy.
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'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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I love spinning out in top gear with a tailwind. Along with paddling a canoe on glass smooth water, it's the closest thing to flying I believe humans can experience.
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