Manchester State Park


I rode out to Manchester State Park this afternoon. This is a picture of my bike inside an old torpedo bunker. Torpedo bunkers are more peaceful than I would have thought.

Dist. 20.0 - Time 1:44:16 - Avg. 11.6 - Max. 30.9

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