Our first bike race. Dad, Steve and I went up to watch Jim do some kind of race (whose name I can't remember) where a whole bunch of spandex wearing guys go around and around for 20 minutes. It was interesting. And different. And Jim didn't win. I'm sorry. I would have liked to have given you a happier ending but it was still a beautiful, sunny day with planes flying overhead and bikes whizzing by.
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