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(Not) Soloing

After a lot of solo grambling, I found myself in front of Chapman’s house, one foot clipped in, the other on the road, standing there, waiting for the group to


There was no announcement. We never agreed. At some point the pace just went up, and I found myself at the (off the) back. A long, straight stretch of dirt and


This piece appeared originally at Dirt Soul Search. Through a miasma of mom jokes and sarcasm, we made a plan to ride. It was the weekly plan, but updated

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