After an outbound ride toward Princeton that included such evolutionary gems such as the one above, I suggested Sam and I slip off of the Jamaica North and circle back to the limestone trail via gravel. In the end, perhaps we should be thankful people aren't eaten by wolves anymore.
We turned South into a headwind I had largely underestimated and, by the time we were back on South 14th, were completely shredded. You know when the small rise on 14th leading north to Y feels like Ventoux, that you're shot. Still... It felt good to be out.
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