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Last week [snl]middle-aged man[/snl] commandeered my road bike. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth plus a flat to fix...

Yesterday we rode with another couple and a little way with my circus folk father-in-law on his recumbent (you've seen these freaks in their easy chairs chewing up the miles). We did 42 miles from Owego, NY through some hillbilly country toward Spencer where the hillbilly/hippy line is drawn over to Candor. I wonder what comment caused that naming to occur? We caught a tailwind from Candor back to Owego, great fun. My bike saved my butt once toward the end of the ride. My concentration wavered and I slipped off the pavement in a place with no berm. Hopping my front wheel back onto the pavement was totally subconscious. No fuss.