I created this table thinking of one of the early rides I organized with friends. We were all weary of organized week long rides with lines for restrooms and food plus we were tired of the camping scene. In the summer of 94 our group of 15 ventured into the backcountry of Southern Indiana riding on remote paved roads. The group quickly found out that the ride was beautiful however the 100 year old roads often had serious climbs that strained the legs and lungs. During that ride one of the friends termed the phrase "Hills Are Our Friends"! Anyway this piece attempts to capture that with a seemingly endless hill and at the end finishing off with a booger!!


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