Here I am.
27 hours later, 20 ºC fewer.
Me, my bike, and plenty of dead bugs all over it, squeezed between the tiniest parts, plastered on the fork, handlebars, grips and every other possible place.
Everything around seems to be saying: ride on me, ride on me, but gosh, all I can think about now is taking a nap…
Just wait till I wake up!
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