Our miniature peloton swarmed the Boulder Creek Path. It's like the tour came through Boulder.
Betasso at sunset!
Shippey kissed a tree. The ol' Anza Porc mud tires couldn't hold his fearless descending and cornering. Or was this when he was trying to keep up with Oakey on the descent?
No more funny business. John, Dan and Erin get down to Marg-makin' business.
Joakey enjoyed his umbrella more than his virgin-margarita. He even liked it better than his half-sprite, half-water.
The Guests of Honor:
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