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| I did not like today's ride at all. We were on some pretty bad roads as far as traffic and pavement quality were concerned. Then the weather, wind and heat, further complicated matters. |
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| I knew I was officially in the Bay Area at this point because we kept riding along and going over rivers of all kinds, specifically the Sacramento River and the San Joaquin River. |
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| Everyone was beat after second lunch and we were expecting an easy 18 mile finish. What awaited us, instead, was the illegitimate love child of Petit Jean and Texas headwinds. I was being blown all over the side of the road as I climbed a mountain. Some people rode as slow as 3 miles per hour. I'm not even sure how it was possible for us to stay upright. Needless to say, I threw my last temper tantrum of the trip in true MG freakout fashion. |
The Catty Corner:
Homeless Guy (who bursted into the laudromat): YEAH! Yeah! YEAHYEAHYEAH!!!!!
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