Day 85

As I was riding into Mesa…just miles away from my final destination, I began peddling harder than I ever had before, going faster than I have ever gone, even more so than when I was going down steep hills. I could taste the end.

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Day 59

Being on the road helps clear the mind. I like that I can think. I think about everything now. I haven’t really come to any conclusions or haven’t had any earth shattering discoveries. The every day grind can deafen your thoughts. I don’t have do deal with that anymore. I like the peace and quiet.

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