Why am I oddly jealous that this guy gets to bike across Nebraska?
Perhaps its my overly romantic view of the open road? I always have been a somewhat overzealous fan of road trips. Half the wheels must = double the fun. I mean how fun would it be to show up at some bar in the middle of nowhere Nebraska and be all...ya, I biked here... Mind if I sleep in your hay barn?
Ya. Fun with a capital F is what that would be. Beats a Monday in cubicle-land anyway.
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