i met georgia and darin as they were hanging out on the beachwalk. i liked the bling on georgia's bmx getup, and darin was riding a wicked track bike. the detail i liked most about his rig was the spoke card of his cat panter.
'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