Solo
The thing about riding alone -- for me -- is that I so easily convince myself that I can cut it short. Up Veeder, down Dry Creek, ah, what the hell, that's enough. Thirty miles. An hour and 45 minutes. Good ride but, c'mon: blah!
Periodic Postcards from Napa, California Portland, Oregon.
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I'd like to do that ride up to Davis with you sometime. (Sometime, oh, sweet Sometime. I could write a song about you, Sometime.)
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