You baggers. You guys rock. Thanks for the water, whoever that bagger who had the house that was on Old Highway 92. I'm bad with names and insecure at times. I was off the course and out of water and was worrying I was going to have to go to a muddy stream, when your little oasis popped up.
Those so utterly physically conditioned baggers hauling rigs that had to be much heavier than what I was carrying, and passing me effortlessly. The smiles and nods, that I got from you baggers on the days I rode.
You definitely give me something to look up and aspire to.
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