Dear Frankie,
You probably can pass me six ways to Sunday, on hills, but let's go for a ride together.
After 91 miles I'll bet I'll have you begging for mercy. I don't know about riding in
Vermont but I'll bet I'll kick you ass, here in Seattle. ,)
Sincerely, Marge
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