Yesterday, Fred and my dad completed their 1,000 mile odyssey in the Loess Hills, outside Missouri Valley, Iowa. Cheers and many photo opportunities greeted the athletes as they climbed that final hill. Fred rode for the first time since throwing out his back three days before, while my dad finished off his 10th consecutive day of riding, the last one with a bum hamstring. Pretty impressive stuff. I had left my sag duties, and the Tour de Dad, Saturday. That's when I returned to Lincoln to watch a demoralizing Cornhusker defeat. In my absence, Lois and the temporarily-hobbled Fred ably took over as saggers. Their stops at three-to-five mile intervals made my dad’s bike ride through the final part of South Dakota and the first 60 miles of Iowa possible. My dad and his saggers feasted
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