upon which so much depends
Friday, July 20, 2001
Nearly 3 hours of "dirt crit"-style fat tire punishment/euphoria with Mr. Tutwiler at Kingman Farm last night. When the going gets smooth, I am gasping and wheezing to catch him. Riding there with Bob reminds me of the Allspeed Tuesday night rides; hang on. Back in the parking lot, we saw some people firing off model rockets in a way that made the tall timothy grass look like an expectant fuel load.
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