We had finally summited the peak that overlooks the Columbia--six miles of steady, grueling pedal-pushing at 4.5 to 5.0 miles an hour. YES! Atop the world! We weren't alone, however. So I quickly recruited members for my new tough guys cycle club. Probably hard to pick me out of the motorcycle gang, but I'm there--the one without the engine.
how did you strike up a conversation with them? must have been fun!
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