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  • Three weeks one the road. Three weeks on bikes with, at first, complete strangers. This past year I attended a camp where we biked a total of 600 miles in three weeks. I soon became very close with the kids on my trip. None of us were great bikers at the beginning but by the third week we would just ride and have fun and not worry about not making it to our destination. Being able to just have fun and and get to know each other was one of the best experiences anyone could have. Three weeks of pain, laughter and a little sorrow. I became so close with these kids they became my second family. Three weeks may seem long but in reality its not.
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