as i rode through the alley behind grateful bread (after enjoying a bowl of moroccan tomato soup ofcourse) i saw a gremlin. i propped my green cross check up next to it for a quick shot.
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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
- c-record
- Omaha, Nebraska, United States
- un ciclista valiente con una gata negra
2 comments:
Gremlin! Is that yours? Not many of those around anymore.
Sweet, almost as cool as a Pacer. And I'm not talkin' bout a Surly.
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