I don't know if this Irish saying is always true. I can think of plenty long trips back home on my bike.
On the way back from my parents' cabin, I was daydreaming about some of my favorite bike routes. I was thinking about a fun one from the north side of St. Paul to White Bear Lake. I remembered, though, that like many spring rides, it rained and my map, which I tend to tuck in the leg of my shorts (see photo, from another ride), turned into paper mache pulp.
I then got pretty pumped, remembering that this fall I bought a map holder for my bike that I haven't used yet.
I cannot wait for the snow to melt so I can get on my bike! Erin go braugh!
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