Today felt like the first day of the changing of seasons; just the wrong season. The cold air was whipping me around the road like Dorothy in Kansas. I felt very strong for the first 30 miles of the ride probably because the wind was at my back the entire time. During the ride, I stopped at numerous places on the journey to catch the scenery of the ride.
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You could have thrown in some hills to give the illusion that we ride rills in South Jersey.
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