Crusty Cassette

"How many miles do you have now?" I asked.

Cliff made a show of checking his bike. "I can't read it," he reported.

"Come on, how many?" I know Cliff has been up to something but I only suspect he's ridden to Red Lion down Tammany rather than the shorter Lindsay creek route.

He finally owns up to 43 miles. Turns out he's ridden out to Asotn and up Asotin Creek a bit as well. He's going to have a century.

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Steve threatened to join us this weekend but either we didn't provide the best ride options or he really was busy. In any case, he provides this account of his 4th. --Corrie

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SHADE

Spalding Park provides much needed shade and water.

“And now it begins,” Cliff said apocalyptically. “The descent into the bowels of hell.”

It is 12:30 in the afternoon on the 4th of July when Lewiston temps will reach triple digits. We are on Reuben/Gifford Road about to descend Magpie Grade to the Clearwater River. Somewhere out ahead of us are Mike and Bruce enjoying speeds above 45mph. Behind is Debbie, on her first century of the season.

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Would you trust a man like this?

“I’ve got lots of surprises for everybody. For you too,” Cliff said. His right eye twinkled.

It had to be nearly 100 degrees in Harvard at 3 where we gathered strength to make that last 12 miles back to Deary. I was beat. The heat was bad. I had climbed the backside of the White Pine Drive faster than I should have and now I was feeling it. “Ah, Cliff’s got a cooler of beer,” I thought.

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