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The final ominous sign of the trip proves too much. Rather than add to highway blight, we turn back. |
| Back at the Superstitions, a triumphant pose by Burford and Gail--two very wet pedalers. (On the way back, we got POURED on.) |
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Biking back to Apache Junction, Burford makes an offer to a disappointed Doc: if I want to bike to Tucson sometime, he'd be willing to follow me in his van. Sometime? I ask. Hmm. How about tomorrow? Burford's willing. We're on. |
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