Wheat Harvest
Wheat Harvest

At the top of Indian Creek Hill, I stopped in a driveway to catch my breath when the owner of the property drove up. As the driver got out to open the gate, he said that I looked just like a family friend named Bob – his kids were wondering why ‘Uncle Bob’ was on a bike. (This Bob is a lucky guy if he looks like me.)

Miles Ridden: 11.2

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