Correspondence were sent out promoting a social gathering instead of the usual Monday Night sessions of bicycle practice.
It seems that for now though there are still a few who want to ride - albeit for now.
Flames
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Ash falls from the air like the first snow of a new flurry. The air is
still and hot, but drier than uncooked rice. The smell is that of a
campfire, but w...
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