Would this winding, curving, twisting, climbing road ever end, we wondered. As if to add drama to the climb, stoom clouds formed and drops began pebbling our sweaty bodies.
At 3.7 miles per hour, overloaded recumbents heave from side to side, shimmying and causing heel to wheel collisions. Yet at 1:39 pm two beleagered 'bent riders stood proudly by their metal steeds realizing that the behemoth that first begins in our minds must be confronted and defeated before engaging and conquering the behemoths that lives at the top of the world.
That's a great retelling of your submitting MacDonald Pass. Very proud of you!!
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