south of bennet.
on the outskirts of bennet i saw this guy. he looked like a fine horse except for his tail which was missing most of it's hair.
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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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Huh. I wonder what happened to his tail? Poor horsey.
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