I’d like to go cycling abroad

Between touring on my touring bike and taking my road bike out for its first ride, my enjoyment doubled, and I was living a fulfilling cycling life. However, as I got older, my workload grew heavier than ever before, and against my will, my opportunities to ride gradually dwindled.
Eventually, a thought that had been lingering somewhere in the back of my mindā€”ā€œSomeday, I’d like to go cycling abroadā€ā€”began to bubble up. In May 1982, I turned 32. And then, off to a foreign country…

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