Once when climbing a long hill on a hot day in the summer, someone driving by handed me a cold beer, they said I looked like I needed one.
It was good.
Nowadays, I’d be afraid to drink something a stranger handed me. That’s OK nowadays the drivers seem less hostile, during that period of time, more than once, I had people throw fireworks at me as they drove by.
--Bike Chemist
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