The End of the Road…
34,000 miles, I’ve only found the end of the road once. So I turned around and started looking for another with the hope that last one was an anomaly. After all, have you ever tried riding a road bike with 24 mm wide tires through sand?!
Before I sobered up and started living right, it would have been a different story. I’d have kept going till I drowned in the lake under the delusion that my eyes were surely deceiving me.
And for that, I am grateful.