Smoking and cycling. Ah!
Once again I’m spending the winter as a non-smoker, and I am very glad. Hell, I know that the less I dabble in the vicious weed the better my odds for biking till I’m ninety. However, sitting here in our odd warm spell has me lusty for spring (how cruel, how misguided) and a warm night in camp, drinking a beer, and smoking after a long day’s ride. Now that’s gratification.
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