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| Chris Channels Robert Frost |
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His road has a no trespassing sign though
I hope he will not see me stopping here
To fix my flat tire, it is my rear.
My bike must think it queer
To ride without any pavement near
Between the keep out and private road
Another dreary day of the year.
The rocky road gives my bike a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the hiss
from my tire that is not tube-less.
The woods are creepy and the mud is deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And many flats to repair before I sleep,
And many flats to repair before I sleep.
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And now, our 2013 stats. Elevation-wise we each had a record year of climbing. I don't suppose I will break the 300,000 barrier again. Though, there are still 364 days left in the year. Hmmm....
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