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A year ago at about exactly this time, I was sitting on top of a bike box in my mom’s living room, trying with all my might to squeeze the (now dearly departed) blue Allez into acceptable airline luggage limits. The next day I lugged that box to LAX, and stepped on a plane. When I stepped off, it was dark, the air was cold and I was nine hours in the future.

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