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By Gail O'Connor It is the last warm day of the year. We
will not see such glorious weather again for another six months. I ride in short
sleeves for the last time of the year, and smile because it feels so good. I
pass many people who are out in their yards, using this last, precious day for
chores. I, too, have leaves to rake.
But I can do that tomorrow, when it will be overcast and cool. A day as
wonderful as this could only be properly spent on a bicycle.
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