Ride No.5: Shaker Village (50miles)

A straight line into the Northwest. Took the wind out of me this time. Hills to contend with unlike the others. Wandering mind to contend with. The straight path is curious in what it does to the mind. Many twists, turns, and directions keep you on your toes. The line–you’re either in it or struggling. You are at once so aware of how tired you are, and how much effort it will take to get you back to any relative comfort. In spite of this you keep going. You end up. You turn around. You return. A gorgeous ride against my will on the second most beautiful day in history.

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