Last Lima ride
A rider in our group took a nasty spill in the loose power outside Lima.
We never saw the sun and the fog was continuous.
Our group in front of a 400 year old small church in the middle of nothing.
Mountain biking on the moon.
We went through an area of chicken farms. I could only hold my breath for so long. We were chased by some very nasty dogs. I cycled like a bat out of hell when they approached.
robert j. mang cycling/travel 