
holly and i were still downtown when lis called. she wanted to go check out this nice old centurion she saw on craigslist, so we arranged a rendezvous and headed east. gina came too.
'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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