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I wish I was in Sherbrooke Now
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
3:45am is an ungodly hour
3:45am is an ungodly hour for anything. Here goes nothing...
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It was a strange feeling
Tire's so cut the inner
When someone came from the
Repaired cable partially, stuck in
Yarmouth, and a dramatic end.
Awake and literally waiting for
Shelbure, 45 mi. Tomorrow I
Liverpool, 58 mi. Was on
I've now been told by
Called bike shop in Shelburne:
Shelburne rte doesn't seem safe,
Totally ready to be finished
To Lunenburg, 73 effing miles.
Room had a jacuzzi in
Absurd hills, dirty hippies, college
Thank you to everyone who
Truro + detours, 51 mi.
New luggage rack, trued wheel,
Maple coffee with maple cream
Feeling much happier thanks to
The phrase "grueling slog" is
Pictou-Malagash-Tatamagouche. 60 mi. Unexpected mt
Luggage rack snapped in two.
When the organizers of a
Pictou via New Glasgow, 53
I don't like kilometers. They're
Antigonish via Port Hastings, 74
Waylaid by orcs. Used crossbow
Thru Margaree Forks and down
Thru Eskasoni, Iona and Little
Sydney to Northside East Bay,
Unboxed bike @ Sidney. Handlebar
3:45am is an ungodly hour
If +that+ didn't stop me...
Training (or: bumbling idiocy)
This is a test of
Prologue
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David Borenstein
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