We even think alike. Didn't have to say much to shorten things up today. Neither of us were interested in fighting that wind a second day in a row. Yesterday's effort, even though it ended easy, was still lurking in our quads today.
A quick stop in Wayzata, for a nature break. Came out of Caribou and wound up seeing several friends. I'm amazed and very appreciative of all the people I've met over the years I've been cycling. It's a family, a sisterhood and brotherhood. We know what it means to get buzzed, to fight a headwind, to grind up an 8 percent-er, to hear the hum, to see the eagle, to find a new route, to crest first or win the city limit sign. It is how we breathe. 44/17.0
1 comment:
Nicely said. It's a secret sisterhood/brotherhood, you know, that cycling thing! That wind was and still is wicked.
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