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my favorite memory, which picks me up and makes me feel good anytime, is the feeling of the moment i came out of the woods during a mountain bike race, with only 2 more miles to go, all road, to the finish line. i had been super worried about the race, didn't sleep that well the night before, i was afraid i would be coming in after everyone had already left. when i came out of the woods, a cop on a motorcycle met me and escorted me. i finished third and was damn happy. (funny thing was, i would have finished second, but i kinda got lost, and i waited for about 6 minutes at a spot i knew was on the course until the next guy came, and i followed him. he finished 2 minutes ahead of me.)
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onward to mayhem!
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