Buffalo Bill
August 19th 2016 It could have been the cold, the unnerving traffic of the last two days, or having ridden 5,000km in two weeks, but by the time we got to Cody, a small town in northern Wyoming, I was knackered. We decided to pull in early and got into our hotel room at 2.30pm. By 2.35pm I was sound asleep. I slept for the next three hours and Andrew made the wise call to have a rest day here the following day. We
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