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| So let's see what's happened so far. Me and Bryan make it to Iowa City, meet up the Comers (Ali here) and start drinking. |
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Molly just happens to wander into the same bar in which we're drinking. That was the last time I've seen her. |
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| Late at night, dozens of beers later, I need to take a nap. This was the last picture of my bike. Maybe it liked Iowa City and didn't want to leave. This is also the closest I've been to bare booty in a long time. |
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Fast forward to the next morning (or afternoon). Time to meet up with the other cyclists for some hard miles. |
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| Will this insane pace ever cease. Mile after grueling mile. And when did I become Andre the Giant? Team Die Hard needs some height. |
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Johnny and I might have a good day. |
