My bike asked me WHY? do you do this. Why are we trying to cross this creek? This crossing used to be a bridge, flood damage a year ago left it like this.
Riding Gravel
Rode out to Field of dreams from Dubuque, that was 40 miles, so to get home would be 80 miles. Arrive home I made coffee, had some friendship bread, something Birgit makes, that I can't stop eating. I thought why not, why not another 20 miles and make it an even 100 miles. So back on the bike, rode hard, got 20 in and called it a century.
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