In a bold preemptive strike against all the Halloween candy flooding into la casa de RoughRider these past two days, I executed a daring plan to spin some considerable miles under the fat tires Sunday. The Tour de Foothills fit the bill quite nicely.
Here's the thing, spinning 24 miles, your body is gonna need some fuel to keep it humming, right? To wit, Sunday's ride- fueled exclusively by....
Snickers bars.
I see no irony, only practicality.
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