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right now i miss nothing more than finding my love of riding in spring on fifteenth street in denver. summer coming at me and winter on my heels is no better way to find my number one. the summer on the horizon was rough and the fall to follow worse but nothing mattered when i was on my raleigh. riding the speer trails all day and again at night then having to trek back to thirtieth avenue. i miss my streets. i miss finding traffic for the first time going down seventeenth and ridding down twentieth to go to common grounds. i miss the unforgiving busses and the light rail. the pace of spring downtown is unmatched by anything ive had followed closely by the frigid water of the platt river running around my feet. getting off work and riding down lincoln and was unmatched even when i would be hassled by the cops. the left turn through the light on colfax followed by the transition on to fifteenth with the sun setting is the best feeling ive ever had. i miss it. it was the best feeling i have had. i miss it. i miss it. i miss it.

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