Justin and I just returned from the North Bay, where we rode in the Tour d’Organics, our first century ride. Apart from my plantar fasciitis kicking in around mile 80, it was a delight. Every rest stop was at an organic farm, where we got to sample the produce (lots of apples, peaches, grapes, and berries) and I got to gaze covetously at the fields of bounty. Happy times.
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