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I have been fighting something for a few weeks and the doc decided to treat me for Lymes. I limited my rides and have missed 3 weekly group rides, yesterday I said " I'm just gonna do it!" and met up for the ride, some back roads in rural WI. I was sooo not ready but kept up for about 12 miles then slowly drifted off the back. About 15 minutes after I lost sight, I was struggling up a slight incline and, positive my brakes were dragging, pulled over to check. As I was spinning my wheels and huffing I hear "didja run outta air?" and now I'm thinking I'm hearing things, too, because I'm in the middle of nowhere. But pretty soon I see an old man with a bucket and we start talking, just shooting the breeze, it was cool and I got a nice break. Bill told me about his old bike and was amazed at the difference and all the gadgets I had on mine then he tried to sell me a truck but I had to get home before it got dark.
I don't know that I had a point, just a tale to tell...
I don't know that I had a point, just a tale to tell...