Hold on now, that's 32 miles riding a bike from West Farmington North to God knows where on the old RR line bike path. At mile ten I rode past a large industrial building with a sign in front that read KELLOG'S, and a very pleasant food odor, like that of seasoned pizza rolls, filled my nose. Immediately following I was hit with a foul odor that can only be described as dumpster breath. Someone once said that injured runners make good bikers. My right foot still hurts from last week. The foot hurt enough to shut down the Gannett Peak run Scott & I had been planning since last year. |