Riding for Honeycomb

Legend has it that she stopped me on the trail as I was riding my bike and a friendship of a lifetime began.  I was riding on my bike to train for an upcoming bike trip to Amsterdam.  Introvert that I am and trying to hide the fact that I was dying for air, I kept my head down and didn’t say hi to anyone.  She would pass me by and say hi and the more I bicycled on the Bosque path the more I became familiar with her friendly salutations...

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