Call me El Loco GMR. Loco or Crazy as I was the only cyclist on the road at 5 pm Wednesday. Crazy as the afternoon temperatures were in the mid 90s. Crazy as I pushed a bit faster against heat and up and head winds. Crazy as I dreamed of an ice pack on my back. The best part of crazy was air that felt breathable. I took the corners out of the saddle. I pondered where the Wednesday evening riders were. Got to the first saddle enjoyed the
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