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When Dave and I strolled in from our ride to Corpus Christi, the sweat coursing through my riding suit, gloves, boots, and helmet was easily 15-hours strong. I was even smelling myself. It wasn’t unpleasant. And it’s not as if it was constant. A sour-smelling whiff occasionally crossed my nose. Certainly, my stench did not […]

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