So a freezing cold day, in a blizzard. As Jacob and I took off from the rest of the group to get warmed up and make it to Perry, I couldn't help but think that in all my years of riding this was the hardest moment ever on a bike. It also was one of the best. I beat myself up for not riding back and really need to control my drinking, ya seriously! So from here on out to Trans-Iowa I'm only going to drink 2 times a week! Ya I know but this is the only thing that ever works for me.
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