140 miles, 24 hours, 22 pb&j sandwiches, 6 bottles, 2 riders, 1 gear, 0 emission (well almost, save for the breathing part).
an epic journey.
fixed gear or die.
+listening to: nothing
BUILDING A FAKE FUTURE, IN HOPES THAT THE REAL FUTURE WILL SHOW UP TO MATE WITH IT
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
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