Riding Home for New Year’s Eve — Part II
Continued from Part I. Last spring, a friend rode from San Francisco to Bakersfield in less than a day. Chatting over chicken pot pies two days later, he said he was looking for his breaking point and mused, with a quiet sort of delight, that he didn’t hit it. Infected by this madness, I’ve been […]
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