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Oh, and there is a huge costume contest
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Check out our 2022 rides!
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Expanding community. Read about our new program.
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You have probably noticed more cyclists on the roads these days. With more people in public spaces (thanks vaccines and CDC) you are now even more responsible for communicating your intentions to your group and other riders. Let’s get a few critical reminders out of the way. Be safe first, be safe second, be courteous third.
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A little redux from our cool routes series.
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Considering that the entire state of Oregon is a virtual Eden, the namesake Oregon Garden must be an agricultural phenomenon of epic proportions! The truth be told, it does not disappoint. The 80-acre campus is home to over 20 specialty gardens, a converted riding pavilion, a 100-room boutique hotel, an hourly tram tour, and the
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The Columbia River Highway, known locally as The Historic Highway, is the nation’s oldest scenic highway. Built in the 1920s, it remains a marvel of civil engineering as it navigates the rugged terrain with sweeping turns leading to breathtaking views. Theoretically, it never exceeds the state-mandated 6% incline. That may be true in a 1930s
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I was 14 years old the first time that I rode a bike 100 miles in one day. Carrying saddlebags. In Vermont – The Green Mountain State. The Stouts were family friends and they had invited me along on their annual family bike tour. Jack was the middle child and a class below me at
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