Monday ride. The work duties fulfilled. The commute home endured. A small whirlwind of activity turned me into a riding machine. My daughter said before I left let's eat pizza. A rare treat for someone avoiding gluten and dairy. I thought about pizza every single pedal stroke. I put in a fast ride. Only two minutes slower than my personal best. Not bad for a hot 93F dry day. I bike for pie.
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