| Twenty-five Years Ago
Twenty-five years ago this spring, I had an odd experience on a bike
ride. My brother and I were doing a ninety-miler, and we were southbound
on the west side of Utah Lake. For those who don't know it, that road
isn't exactly the middle of nowhere, but you can see it from there. As we
rode south, along came a cross-country cyclist heading north. (And no,
Brown Cloud, he didn't have a car accompanying him.) We stopped and
chatted for a few minutes. We asked him where he was going. He answered
that he was headed from Houston to Seattle.
Which is where the story becomes odd. I had the dubious honor of
informing this guy that he was either going to have to alter his route
considerably, or he wasn't going to make it to his destination. (Shall I
turn this post into a trivia quiz and make y'all guess why? Sure, why
not.)
I'm just wondering if by some wild chance that gentleman or someone who
knows him reads this NG. How did the trip turn out, my friend?
Bill
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