If there ever was or ever will be paradise earth, we rode though it today when cycling through beautiful sections of Weston, FL. Every blade of grass, so it seemed, was manicured to perfection. Beautiful women were jogging along the sidewalks, stately palm trees were blowing from the balmy southern breeze, and five handsome gents on bikes were taking it all in with smiles on their faces. I was one of the five!
Three of us put the pedals to the medal the last four or five miles of our journey. It sort of felt good to get the heart pumping right before returning to the barn.
85 degrees at the end of our ride.
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