This sign not the end of the ride, not when it is a perfect 71F sunny January day, I'm on a mountain bike with skinny tires, and the day could last forever as far as I was concerned. This was a Saturday bicycle ride for the books. I'm exhausted. I rode like a crazy man possessed by great weather and boundless curiosity to see what was around the next bend. And the next. Two hours out, started to feel the exertion, ate some Sport Beans, got my second wind, hour and a half back. Sidewalk ends, ride begins. Or continues. Helped a fellow cyclist in need, too. Bonus.
Need some rest to be ready for more riding on Sunday. Ride ride ride. Hey, is that the edge over there? Let's go take a look...
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