On my second day out from Vancouver I met my first fellow cycle tourists: Josh, Jarney and Jay. They had already spent weeks cycling across prairies and over mountain ranges from Saskatoon, and I was impressed by how comfortably ragged they looked on their bikes.
“Yeah, you still look clean,” Jarney grinned when I said I’d only just started my own trip. In truth, I already felt filthy with sweat and road grime — but I wasn’t about to argue the point with a guy whose shoes were held together with duct tape…
Thinking…
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