| Bicycle touring New Zealand.
Aaf's load towered precariously above her -- her little gray
head was barely visible above her mountain of goodies. It was
piled so high it looked like a second person was hitchhiking
a ride on her rear carrier. Her bicycle frame, lacking a top
tube, creaked and groaned as she weaved along the road. "It's
a wonder that thing doesn't snap in half," Sharon marvelled.
We cycled along behind Dick and Aaf, inspecting their conglomeration
of eclectic belongings, and shaking our heads at their grit.
"Tough as nails," Neil correctly observed. |
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