At the top of Indian Creek Hill, I stopped in a driveway to catch my breath when the owner of the property drove up. As the driver got out to open the gate, he said that I looked just like a family friend named Bob - his kids were wondering why 'Uncle Bob' was on a bike. (This Bob is a lucky guy if he looks like me.)
Miles Ridden: 11.2
posted by Dan at 8:28 PM
2 Comments:
Y'know, I haven't been to that part of your county yet. I see that I'll have to correct that omission.
Hey Dan. Whaddya say we trade bike routs for a week. I wouldn't mind riding past horses and hay for a change.
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