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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. Molly just happens to wander into the same bar in which we're drinking. That was the last time I've seen her.
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. Fast forward to the next morning (or afternoon). Time to meet up with the other cyclists for some hard miles.
Will this insane pace ever cease. Mile after grueling mile. And when did I become Andre the Giant? Team Die Hard needs some height. Johnny and I might have a good day.