West County Ride

Meant to post this much sooner and actually have a compelling write up involving lightheadedness, jerks in a Porche honking and giving us the finger, the smells of fresh cut grass and diesel gas, never ending ascents, fast descents, spasmodic quads, beautiful weather, the taste of lemon-lime Gatorade on a parched throat, sprawling strip malls and gated communities, followed by downing water on my front porch, laying down in the sun with the breeze blowing and exhaustion solidifying my muscles. But all you get is this short description and a map of our ride. Next time will be better.

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