Most of, but not all, the gang
And there were still hills. Mother f*cking hills.
Yes, that's really a steep hill
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Jeff and I got stuck behind this exhaust-belching sugar cane truck at one point. I think that took 5 years off our lives.
About 4 miles before the end of the ride, I. Was. Over it. A bit of crankiness and I pushed on through. Then we were back in the stinky bus again and on our way to Panama City, our final stop!
Ride map and profile
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