The toughest part for Maya was using a butter knife to scrape off dirt and grime that fell on her face working underneath the Vanagon. No father-daughter dance for her. For Gary, it was too many stubborn bolts that wouldn’t turn.
The Dodge Retort.
That's me getting up after crashing on my bike in September, 2017. I rode another 24 miles with three broken ribs to finish the Seacoast century. Heroic, yes. Stupid, yes.
