saw this van outside the south mill, though i didn't see shag or scooby doo.
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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
just riding my bike as often as i can
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I imagine the novelty of driving that wore off a few years ago, at least.
Thanks again for helping me out at The Mill last night, dude. I owe you one.
no problem man, you can buy me a latte next time.
did you check the vicinity for scoobie snacks?
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