So I went for a 55mi. And I didn't worry hardly any, and the tires didn't slip on the wet pavement, and I missed all the potholes and the lights all worked, and no one cut me off, and I got answer waves from other bikers and I didn't fall down, and nothing broke, and I didn't run out of gas; and then I came home. And it was fun.
Does that sound boring? Old guys must be easy to entertain
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