Thirty miles into a long weekday ride on my road bike in (I think) 2004, I stopped at a downtown coffee shop for a quick break. I thought I looked pretty cool, even in a splashy spandex U.S. Postal jersey — and there was my friend Shannon, sitting a slender dark-haired woman who looked vaguely […]

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