Today, five of us rode (roughly) the Minneapolis Grand Rounds route (roughly). I'm not sure where to insert the adjective, which apparently makes for a good - and fitting - adverb, too.
It was drizzly and dirty, but all in all a good day for riding.
After the ride, Piper decided to check out what is not actually a farmer tan. It is grime above the pale flesh that was trapped in my wet socks.
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