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 |