The First Tacos of Autumn

Seems like everywhere I look, I see something that reminds me of a rider who keeps missing FT3.

Maybe our numbers will swell to three this week.

ONE

Blessed Taco

Should be a lovely night for fat tire bicycle riding. And rumors are swirling about the possible return of some long absent riders.

ONE

Petrichor

Should be a singularly beautiful evening; the scent of wet earth, the ripe moon peering through broken masses of clouds, and the whumph of fat tires churning dust.

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