the fifty five years and eight months old rider chugs north of peterborough with the wind behind him, knowing full well that as in life, the wind will be waiting for him when he turns back!!! no matter, it's too beautiful to get caught up in the wish i may wish i mights of life and riding. i look around and i see goodness and beauty! i thank God for that!
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As I head 10 weeks before 60, I look to your positive spirit as a guide! The number is daunting. So, too, my trepidation.....
rick - keep going brother! keep going . . . you're good!!! steven
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