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ORIGINAL: voodoochyl

I went out this weekend. It was 58 degreees. It was great for the first 20 miles, then I went around a turn with plenty of gravel. My ass end slid out and put the fear of God into me. I kept my cool, and didn't do anything stupid, and was able to recover. After that, I lost my nerve and went home. Felt good to be on the bike, though.

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