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21 Apr 2004
Today, the wind drove the rain straight up from the bay as I rode across the Golden Gate and I could taste the brine. I pedaled over the slippery grates and cement in my new Adaptive Path cycling uniform as the few brave tourists swaddled in Gortex just shook their heads. And I realized there are no bad days in cycling, only different kinds of suffering.