Spent yesterday on a "no gears just beers" ride in the hills around santa cruz. The skin is holding together, and the slow, relaxed pace with frequent beer and vista stops was battery and soul recharging...mike's dog lena toast was the star of the show, finishing a mammoth 9 hour day cruising along side the bipeds on wheels with nary a complaint. Refuelled by 2 tacos i'm sure she could have run on through the night too...
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You, my friend, know how to do it!
BUCK
10 american beers? isn't that like 3 proper ones? :)
3 proper ones? that's like a sniff of the barmaids apron for Jon
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