All week I was planning my Saturday bike ride -- I was finally going to ride to Pescadero from my house. The good news is that it didn't rain. The bad news is that it might as well have been raining, for as wet as I got and as low as visibility was due to very thick fog. I spent most of the 50 miles wiping off my glasses every 15 seconds or so. But Pescadero was pretty.
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he said. and died.
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