Before I get to Saturday show and tell I need to share the absolute pleasure I got checking my email yesterday: I let out a squeal/dance (which looked and sounded like Snoopy) and with spastic little fingers I clicked the link and enjoyed an 18 minute cycling vacation. I'm a cycling romantic because I can't race, I could maybe, I just enjoy doing my own thing at my own speed. I don't think you can pull over and take pictures of cows or pick up random crap from the road during a crit. Those who can't watch.
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