Hit up the Sunday crew Czech Days ride. We got caught in some unexpected heavy rain, and the ensuing wet cold was a shockingly un-Czech Days-like experience. Cold in August in Nebraska. This year really is the reign of the Ice Princess…
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| Wilderness overgrowing the Jamaica Trail |
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| Faces I don’t usually ride alongside |
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| Rain sets in |
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| Really? I’m doing this right now? |
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| Baby looks good in wet gravel |
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| Good thing most of this stuff is about to come off… |
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| It’s gravel. Really. |
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| More mucky steeds |
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| Freezing and waiting for the Hotel to open for lunch |
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| Shivering on August 4th |
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| Thanks for the reminder |
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| Nation’s Czech Capital. Serious business |
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| Leaving our mark at the Fox Hole |
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| Yeesus |
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| What happens when you leave markers on a table and invite etching |
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| I see some other friends were here |
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| Class act here |
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| Light fixture |
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| We did indeed have swass here |
