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MARCH 2017
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Wednesday, March 15th Featuring ”THE VOICE OF IRONMAN” Mike Reilly Schedule: 3pm Setup 3:15pm Food 4pm Announcements and Raffle 4:30pm Dave Scott and Bob Babbitt 5:30 Autographs and Cleanup Location: Rehab United (RU2) 3323 Carmel Mtn Rd. San Diego, CA 92121
MARCH CLUB TRIATHLON Date/Location/Time: March 12th Fieasta Island
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A Tale of fiction
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what the man had to say after texting some of her friends in the club to meet her there. If he was pushing for motorcycle use in the park, then they would campaign against him. She arrived at the park and watched as a sparse crowd of about twenty-five by Barbara Javor people gathered. A few minutes before the rally was to begin, a noisy contingent of about fifty motorcyclists arrived, revving their engines. The unofficial leader of the pack was Billy Bob, the brother of the councilman and his campaign manager. He was also an overweight ex-felon who used his bulk to bully people. Donny Joe was made of the same cloth, but he had managed to earn a football scholarship and a college degree, somehow balancing brawn and brains. He had used his fame as a football player to start a career in local politics. Carrie had never met either of the brothers, but she knew them by their reputations. They were often crude, misogynistic, and anti-intellectual. When the band of motorcyclists gathered in the park for the rally, a lump of dread formed in her belly. She stood with the small crowd in a knot fairly close to the councilman. She looked around to see if anybody she recognized had shown up. She saw no one.
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arrie arose Saturday morning planning to start the day with a solo bike ride. She watched the news during breakfast. A local city councilman known as Donny Joe, who was running for mayor, was holding a rally at a park that morning. It wasn’t just any old park. It was a local gem and her favorite. It had a small lake surrounded by grass that was home to ducks and other waterfowl. Joggers and walkers enjoyed the perimeter path around the lake. The hills beyond the lake were covered with native vegetation and laced with interconnecting trails where hikers and mountain bikers challenged the climbs and descents. The park was one of the most popular attractions in town. Carrie knew the trails well. She and other members of her triathlon club volunteered to maintain them. There were rumors Donny Joe wanted to open the trails to motorcycles. Never, she thought. She’d ride her bike to the park and hear
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