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Riding one mile is cake. Ten, a round-trip commute. Thirty, a long weekend ride. One hundred? That's a century.
And I did it for the first time Friday. Greg and I dragged ourselves out of the house at about 6 a.m. -- to make a round trip to Magnolia beach. To tack on some extra miles, we looped around Alamo beach, Placido, Riverside Park and then went grocery shopping (by bike) afterwords.
As single-day adventures go, this was great. The lowlight was me almost getting myself killed when I didn't see an SUV coming up behind me while I turned left. Generally, I'm extremely cautions in taking turns. The lesson here -- triple check over your shoulder before you turn. Keep in mind, if it's windy and loud, your cycling partner might thing you asked "Is it clear?" rather than "Are there any cars?"
Thank you to the kind man in the Lincoln Navigator who did not kill me.
After I stopped sobbing hysterically over my brush with death, we rode into Alamo...
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