Bemidji man arrives home after 3,000-mile solo bike adventure
"It's simply a matter of trust," I managed to grumble. I had just repaired my second flat tire for the day and an afternoon full of rain was giving way to a darkening evening filled with more of the same.
I was wet, worn-out, and hungry. I didn't know where I would stay for the night.
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