On the long rides, the mind wanders. Here are some of the things I think about:
Why do flies always seem to like to hitch a ride?
Why does the trail/road seem to far more often disappoint you with another climb rather than pleasantly surprise you with a nice descent?
Did you know you can't fart while you are seated on a bicycle? You must raise your bum off the saddle to pass wind.
If we make it to the border, we will have climbed approx 180,000 ft, more than 6x up Mt. Everest.
Yes, we use a little dab of salve/cream to reduce friction and keep our private areas happy.
Sometimes when I see motorcycles, I think, "now that's the way to do this trip. Should I trade in my bicycle?"
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