Why can't cycling be classy?
It's Friday evening and I'm currently taking tiffin at the Madrona Bar and Grill, a swell harborside joint in Roche Harbor, San Juan, where there are assorted yachts and yacht owners in attendance. Mind you, it could be tres ordinaire for all I know: my acquaintance with proper yacht clubs is pretty limited! (But the man in front me looks quite like Richard Gere.)
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