Rainy day in St.Louis, where we didn't have much time--heartbreaking because the Cardinals were playing. When I turned down a scalper's offer of buying a ticket, he asked, "Do you like baseball?" "More than you know," was my reply as I walked past him. I'll get to the stadium someday when I'm not on a bike.
I ride, therefore I am.And in two weeks I'm off on a half cross-country journey. First, ride across Iowa with thousands of other bike-riding, pie-eating junkies, then on to the Atlantic Ocean with Brent and Dwight who are riding to Iowa from CA. My ride is a beautiful Orbea. I think about upgrading every now and then, but just can't come up with a bike that would be better than my Pyrenees-built Spanish steed.
My bike, I think I'll keep her.
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