You Know, We Just Might Make It After All

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 May 17, 2024:



July 13, 2024:



Fifty-six more miles under our bikes.   None more.

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  1. AnonymousJuly 13, 2024 at 7:41 PM

    Bravo! See you 8n Wheeling!

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  2. AnonymousJuly 14, 2024 at 5:55 AM

    Mike F here. Congratulations! Quite an accomplishment! See you Tuesday!

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  3. AnonymousJuly 14, 2024 at 8:20 AM

    Now, for the ride back. . . . Ha, ha!

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  4. AnonymousJuly 14, 2024 at 7:27 PM

    Congratulations!

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  5. AnonymousJuly 14, 2024 at 9:30 PM

    Bravo indeed.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 24, 2024 at 6:13 PM

    Congratulations, what an accomplishment. You two are something else. Super excited to hear more.

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