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STP 2006 best ever!
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Left July 15 6:15 AM from University of Washington, Seattle WA Arrived July 15 3:45 PM at Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Mileage: 107 Left July 16, 6:45 AM from Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Arrived July 16, 3:15 PM at Holladay Park, Portland OR Mileage: 97 On-bike average speed of 16.4 mph Weather: Day 1, temps from mid 60s to upper 70s. Overcast in the morning, afternoon clearing; Day 2, temps from the mid 60s to mid 80s, clear and sunny. My husband and I did STP on the tandem. This was our first time doing together like this -- fun and fast! With fabulous weather and a bit of a tail wind at times, this was my most enjoyable STP to date. Details: Prologue: The weekend before STP, my husband David and I did a tour of south King County. At the beginning of that ride, David noticed that the rear wheel was a little out of true. So we took the wheel into the shop after the ride. It turned out that the wheel was totally trashed: axle bent, hub broken, spoke eyelets in the rim cracking. First problem: finding an 8 speed campy tandem wheel in less than a week. Second problem: with 9,000 riders for STP, finding a bike shop that could do the work. Problems solved with money: since we were looking long-term at replacing the drivetrain anyway, it being a bit of an antique, we went ahead and did so. Now we have a smooth-shifting triple in the front and nine in the back (woo-hoo!). And David's bike shop (Sammamish Valley Cycles) rewarded his loyalty of so much service paid for and bikes bought that they squeezed us in their schedule. The wrench was so hyper when we picked up the bike I suspect he was on amphetamines to cope with the onslaught of work he had facing him, but everything looked good, so we paid the bill and off we went. Saturday morning we were up at 4:45 and had a large breakfast. While exiting the freeway to get to the University, our car's tire blew out. It's one thing to get a flat on STP, another to get one on the way there! I started babbling about calling AAA, but my husband, with a calmer head, set to work on replacing it with the spare. Within 8 minutes the tire was changed. This delay, combined with a slightly later departure from the house than I had hoped for, got us to the start line at 6:15. I was full of the infamous Blaze of Glory energy that you get at the beginning of the ride, but David took a more relaxed approach through the crowds of the first few miles. By the time we hit Rainier (mile 13), he finally cut it loose. Through this first part of the ride, until Spanaway (mile 54), he never let it dip below 20 mph, except to climb The Hill at Puyallup. At this pace, at times we picked up quite a few folks cheerfully cruising in our enormous slipstream, sometimes extending for 25 riders or more. A couple times we heard the bike making a clicking noise, but after some investigation and minor adjustment, it may just be the bottom bracket, and more $$$ to Sammamish Valley Cycles. We reached Spanaway at about 9:30. You don't feel like you're goofing off that much, but after getting food and water, having the clicking looked at, and waiting in the potty line, an hour goes by pretty quickly. Then off we went again. I'm not all that impressed with the scenery in this section of the ride, after Spanaway. However, the new part of the ride, the Yelm-Tenino trail section, was great. It replaced riding the shoulder of state highway 507. The trail was very pleasant: shady, pretty, just STP bike traffic, and I think flatter than the previous route along the highway. However, the Tenino rest stop, previously my favorite, was rerouted to the trail, and was hot and dusty, congested with bikes, and no longer so much in the trees. We reached Centralia (mile 100), and stopped long enough to get our free creamsicles and get introduced to Will Chin. In general, I also saw a number of other people on this ride I mostly only know from their on-line presence: Leo Stone, Dan Crawford, and Ross Carey. I'm always surprised that people know who I am, when I've never met them. None of these people, BTW, look like their board avatars. After that, it was a short hop to Chehalis (mile 107) to the park. Rather than burden our hosts with hauling the tandem to their home, we checked it into the bike corral there. Then our hosts picked us up. One cyclist had already arrived. Eventually all six of us showed up. Unlike my previous homestay for STP, the house was dead quiet all night; and although I woke up several times in the middle of the night, I had no problem going back to sleep. The next morning we had breakfast together and our hosts returned us to the park. This year, the route out of Chehalis was not so much on the ugly frontage road, where I bonked on the 2003 ride (see: http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...a59ecd74a2f2c). Instead, we were on pleasant, empty farm roads. The only downer for this section of the trip was the sight of two guys, one riding down the middle of one lane, the other riding down the middle of the on-coming traffic lane. When a car came, they absolutely refused to move. We yelled at them, the car patiently drove behind them, but they continued to take up literally the entire road. *Finally* one of them moved over two share the lane so that the car could pass. What arrogant twits. Around this time, some fellow passed us. He said, "we were talking last night, and we decided that you were the ones that looked like you were having the most fun on STP". I enjoyed this complement. I think we do have a good time. One of the best parts of riding tandem is that you are close enough for conversation. We goof around quite a bit on the bike, with jokes and singing. I look for cars and traffic behind, David looks ahead, and I enjoy the teamwork. Some people call the tandem, the divorcycle, but this marriage apparently is surviving, perhaps even thriving, on the bicycle built for two. After Winlock (mile 120), we hopscotched with a Bike Friday tandem couple from Canada through the rollers, and then picked up a bunch of riders again in our slipstream. By 9:30 we had made it to the Lexington Food Stop (mile 146). We didn't have to wait for an escort across the Longview bridge (mile 153) -- we just rode up to the end of the line and just made it. David did an excellent job handling the bike through the cloverleaf at the Oregon side. We were going pretty fast, and there are plenty of bikes since you're herded over the bridge as a group. He swooped us through the cloverleaf, passing cyclist after cyclist, until we were down at the river level on the other side. Then it's mostly uphill to St. Helens, but we were aided by a tailwind most of the way. I really think the gorge winds make a huge difference on whether this is a horrible burdensome slog or a less burdensome slog. I am not fond of the shadeless, noisy, highly trafficked US-30, but I guess there's no alternative. At the St. Helens rest stop (mile 176) we ate bags of seemingly ambrosial popcorn and hung out. Then it was back on the bikes, and a great, mostly downhill run to the final Scappouse rest stop (mile 189). We pulled an enormous paceline of bikes, and appreciated all of their thanks when we decided to take a breather and they all went on their merry way. At Scappouse, my husband gave a packet of goo to a fellow cyclist who, despite having completed two STPs previously, had never tried this miraculous substance before. Certainly he and I sucked down our own sports gels for the final push of the ride. After Scappouse, you're so close to Portland you can taste it. We whipped down into town, across the Columbia, and then did the last few blocks and -- over the finish! Yay! After that, we loaded our bike on the truck, took showers, and rendezvous-ed at the beer garden. I had a gyro, one of the last ones before the stand ran out. Since the men have a shower line (us ladies just waltz in), David didn't get a gyro like he wanted, and had a cheese burger instead with his beer. After back-to-back centuries, something like this just feels like a wee snack. On the way to the bus, we ran into the guy David gave the goo to. He expressed how well this worked for him. The bus ride back was interminable (what else is new?), but when we arrived back at the U, we hightailed it to a U-Village restaurant for a real dinner. By the time we were done, our bike had arrived off of the truck, and we could head home. The STP this year for us was just great. The tandem makes it so easy. We did it at 16.4 mph on-bike, which is with zero pacelining (other than pulling for others), which I thought was pretty good. If we took fewer and shorter breaks, we could definitely do it as a one day. But as a two day, it was relatively relaxed and easy. I thought about how hard it was doing it with Rose last year. Two 12 hour days is a lot harder than two 9 hour ones. In retrospect, it makes that accomplishment even more awesome to me (last year's trip report he http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...30c017a697d77). I am proud of her and me last year. This year, my positive post-STP feeling isn't of pride and "wow, we did it", but more a "man, that was a lot of *fun*!" -- Warm Regards, Claire Petersky http://www.bicyclemeditations.org/ See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky |
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STP 2006 best ever!
We did it on a tandem, too (a blue 1998 Burley duet). Left UW at about
6:30, got to Centralia at about 3:00. Left Centralia at 6:30 and hit the finish line at 3:00. First time doing it on a tandem (second season and about 1,000 miles as a tandem team). We certainly weren't pulling any pacelines along but we rode stronger than I thought we would. I was worried about how my wife / stoker was going to fare but as we crossed that final bride to Lloyd Center she said "I've never had so much fun in my life - I want to do it again next year." Score! Claire Petersky wrote: Summary: Left July 15 6:15 AM from University of Washington, Seattle WA Arrived July 15 3:45 PM at Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Mileage: 107 Left July 16, 6:45 AM from Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Arrived July 16, 3:15 PM at Holladay Park, Portland OR Mileage: 97 On-bike average speed of 16.4 mph Weather: Day 1, temps from mid 60s to upper 70s. Overcast in the morning, afternoon clearing; Day 2, temps from the mid 60s to mid 80s, clear and sunny. My husband and I did STP on the tandem. This was our first time doing together like this -- fun and fast! With fabulous weather and a bit of a tail wind at times, this was my most enjoyable STP to date. Details: Prologue: The weekend before STP, my husband David and I did a tour of south King County. At the beginning of that ride, David noticed that the rear wheel was a little out of true. So we took the wheel into the shop after the ride. It turned out that the wheel was totally trashed: axle bent, hub broken, spoke eyelets in the rim cracking. First problem: finding an 8 speed campy tandem wheel in less than a week. Second problem: with 9,000 riders for STP, finding a bike shop that could do the work. Problems solved with money: since we were looking long-term at replacing the drivetrain anyway, it being a bit of an antique, we went ahead and did so. Now we have a smooth-shifting triple in the front and nine in the back (woo-hoo!). And David's bike shop (Sammamish Valley Cycles) rewarded his loyalty of so much service paid for and bikes bought that they squeezed us in their schedule. The wrench was so hyper when we picked up the bike I suspect he was on amphetamines to cope with the onslaught of work he had facing him, but everything looked good, so we paid the bill and off we went. Saturday morning we were up at 4:45 and had a large breakfast. While exiting the freeway to get to the University, our car's tire blew out. It's one thing to get a flat on STP, another to get one on the way there! I started babbling about calling AAA, but my husband, with a calmer head, set to work on replacing it with the spare. Within 8 minutes the tire was changed. This delay, combined with a slightly later departure from the house than I had hoped for, got us to the start line at 6:15. I was full of the infamous Blaze of Glory energy that you get at the beginning of the ride, but David took a more relaxed approach through the crowds of the first few miles. By the time we hit Rainier (mile 13), he finally cut it loose. Through this first part of the ride, until Spanaway (mile 54), he never let it dip below 20 mph, except to climb The Hill at Puyallup. At this pace, at times we picked up quite a few folks cheerfully cruising in our enormous slipstream, sometimes extending for 25 riders or more. A couple times we heard the bike making a clicking noise, but after some investigation and minor adjustment, it may just be the bottom bracket, and more $$$ to Sammamish Valley Cycles. We reached Spanaway at about 9:30. You don't feel like you're goofing off that much, but after getting food and water, having the clicking looked at, and waiting in the potty line, an hour goes by pretty quickly. Then off we went again. I'm not all that impressed with the scenery in this section of the ride, after Spanaway. However, the new part of the ride, the Yelm-Tenino trail section, was great. It replaced riding the shoulder of state highway 507. The trail was very pleasant: shady, pretty, just STP bike traffic, and I think flatter than the previous route along the highway. However, the Tenino rest stop, previously my favorite, was rerouted to the trail, and was hot and dusty, congested with bikes, and no longer so much in the trees. We reached Centralia (mile 100), and stopped long enough to get our free creamsicles and get introduced to Will Chin. In general, I also saw a number of other people on this ride I mostly only know from their on-line presence: Leo Stone, Dan Crawford, and Ross Carey. I'm always surprised that people know who I am, when I've never met them. None of these people, BTW, look like their board avatars. After that, it was a short hop to Chehalis (mile 107) to the park. Rather than burden our hosts with hauling the tandem to their home, we checked it into the bike corral there. Then our hosts picked us up. One cyclist had already arrived. Eventually all six of us showed up. Unlike my previous homestay for STP, the house was dead quiet all night; and although I woke up several times in the middle of the night, I had no problem going back to sleep. The next morning we had breakfast together and our hosts returned us to the park. This year, the route out of Chehalis was not so much on the ugly frontage road, where I bonked on the 2003 ride (see: http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...a59ecd74a2f2c). Instead, we were on pleasant, empty farm roads. The only downer for this section of the trip was the sight of two guys, one riding down the middle of one lane, the other riding down the middle of the on-coming traffic lane. When a car came, they absolutely refused to move. We yelled at them, the car patiently drove behind them, but they continued to take up literally the entire road. *Finally* one of them moved over two share the lane so that the car could pass. What arrogant twits. Around this time, some fellow passed us. He said, "we were talking last night, and we decided that you were the ones that looked like you were having the most fun on STP". I enjoyed this complement. I think we do have a good time. One of the best parts of riding tandem is that you are close enough for conversation. We goof around quite a bit on the bike, with jokes and singing. I look for cars and traffic behind, David looks ahead, and I enjoy the teamwork. Some people call the tandem, the divorcycle, but this marriage apparently is surviving, perhaps even thriving, on the bicycle built for two. After Winlock (mile 120), we hopscotched with a Bike Friday tandem couple from Canada through the rollers, and then picked up a bunch of riders again in our slipstream. By 9:30 we had made it to the Lexington Food Stop (mile 146). We didn't have to wait for an escort across the Longview bridge (mile 153) -- we just rode up to the end of the line and just made it. David did an excellent job handling the bike through the cloverleaf at the Oregon side. We were going pretty fast, and there are plenty of bikes since you're herded over the bridge as a group. He swooped us through the cloverleaf, passing cyclist after cyclist, until we were down at the river level on the other side. Then it's mostly uphill to St. Helens, but we were aided by a tailwind most of the way. I really think the gorge winds make a huge difference on whether this is a horrible burdensome slog or a less burdensome slog. I am not fond of the shadeless, noisy, highly trafficked US-30, but I guess there's no alternative. At the St. Helens rest stop (mile 176) we ate bags of seemingly ambrosial popcorn and hung out. Then it was back on the bikes, and a great, mostly downhill run to the final Scappouse rest stop (mile 189). We pulled an enormous paceline of bikes, and appreciated all of their thanks when we decided to take a breather and they all went on their merry way. At Scappouse, my husband gave a packet of goo to a fellow cyclist who, despite having completed two STPs previously, had never tried this miraculous substance before. Certainly he and I sucked down our own sports gels for the final push of the ride. After Scappouse, you're so close to Portland you can taste it. We whipped down into town, across the Columbia, and then did the last few blocks and -- over the finish! Yay! After that, we loaded our bike on the truck, took showers, and rendezvous-ed at the beer garden. I had a gyro, one of the last ones before the stand ran out. Since the men have a shower line (us ladies just waltz in), David didn't get a gyro like he wanted, and had a cheese burger instead with his beer. After back-to-back centuries, something like this just feels like a wee snack. On the way to the bus, we ran into the guy David gave the goo to. He expressed how well this worked for him. The bus ride back was interminable (what else is new?), but when we arrived back at the U, we hightailed it to a U-Village restaurant for a real dinner. By the time we were done, our bike had arrived off of the truck, and we could head home. The STP this year for us was just great. The tandem makes it so easy. We did it at 16.4 mph on-bike, which is with zero pacelining (other than pulling for others), which I thought was pretty good. If we took fewer and shorter breaks, we could definitely do it as a one day. But as a two day, it was relatively relaxed and easy. I thought about how hard it was doing it with Rose last year. Two 12 hour days is a lot harder than two 9 hour ones. In retrospect, it makes that accomplishment even more awesome to me (last year's trip report he http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...30c017a697d77). I am proud of her and me last year. This year, my positive post-STP feeling isn't of pride and "wow, we did it", but more a "man, that was a lot of *fun*!" -- Warm Regards, Claire Petersky http://www.bicyclemeditations.org/ See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky |
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STP 2006 best ever!
Claire Petersky wrote: Summary: Left July 15 6:15 AM from University of Washington, Seattle WA Arrived July 15 3:45 PM at Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Mileage: 107 Left July 16, 6:45 AM from Recreation Park, Chehalis WA Arrived July 16, 3:15 PM at Holladay Park, Portland OR Mileage: 97 On-bike average speed of 16.4 mph Weather: Day 1, temps from mid 60s to upper 70s. Overcast in the morning, afternoon clearing; Day 2, temps from the mid 60s to mid 80s, clear and sunny. My husband and I did STP on the tandem. This was our first time doing together like this -- fun and fast! With fabulous weather and a bit of a tail wind at times, this was my most enjoyable STP to date. Details: Prologue: The weekend before STP, my husband David and I did a tour of south King County. At the beginning of that ride, David noticed that the rear wheel was a little out of true. So we took the wheel into the shop after the ride. It turned out that the wheel was totally trashed: axle bent, hub broken, spoke eyelets in the rim cracking. First problem: finding an 8 speed campy tandem wheel in less than a week. Second problem: with 9,000 riders for STP, finding a bike shop that could do the work. Problems solved with money: since we were looking long-term at replacing the drivetrain anyway, it being a bit of an antique, we went ahead and did so. Now we have a smooth-shifting triple in the front and nine in the back (woo-hoo!). And David's bike shop (Sammamish Valley Cycles) rewarded his loyalty of so much service paid for and bikes bought that they squeezed us in their schedule. The wrench was so hyper when we picked up the bike I suspect he was on amphetamines to cope with the onslaught of work he had facing him, but everything looked good, so we paid the bill and off we went. Saturday morning we were up at 4:45 and had a large breakfast. While exiting the freeway to get to the University, our car's tire blew out. It's one thing to get a flat on STP, another to get one on the way there! I started babbling about calling AAA, but my husband, with a calmer head, set to work on replacing it with the spare. Within 8 minutes the tire was changed. This delay, combined with a slightly later departure from the house than I had hoped for, got us to the start line at 6:15. I was full of the infamous Blaze of Glory energy that you get at the beginning of the ride, but David took a more relaxed approach through the crowds of the first few miles. By the time we hit Rainier (mile 13), he finally cut it loose. Through this first part of the ride, until Spanaway (mile 54), he never let it dip below 20 mph, except to climb The Hill at Puyallup. At this pace, at times we picked up quite a few folks cheerfully cruising in our enormous slipstream, sometimes extending for 25 riders or more. A couple times we heard the bike making a clicking noise, but after some investigation and minor adjustment, it may just be the bottom bracket, and more $$$ to Sammamish Valley Cycles. We reached Spanaway at about 9:30. You don't feel like you're goofing off that much, but after getting food and water, having the clicking looked at, and waiting in the potty line, an hour goes by pretty quickly. Then off we went again. I'm not all that impressed with the scenery in this section of the ride, after Spanaway. However, the new part of the ride, the Yelm-Tenino trail section, was great. It replaced riding the shoulder of state highway 507. The trail was very pleasant: shady, pretty, just STP bike traffic, and I think flatter than the previous route along the highway. However, the Tenino rest stop, previously my favorite, was rerouted to the trail, and was hot and dusty, congested with bikes, and no longer so much in the trees. We reached Centralia (mile 100), and stopped long enough to get our free creamsicles and get introduced to Will Chin. In general, I also saw a number of other people on this ride I mostly only know from their on-line presence: Leo Stone, Dan Crawford, and Ross Carey. I'm always surprised that people know who I am, when I've never met them. None of these people, BTW, look like their board avatars. After that, it was a short hop to Chehalis (mile 107) to the park. Rather than burden our hosts with hauling the tandem to their home, we checked it into the bike corral there. Then our hosts picked us up. One cyclist had already arrived. Eventually all six of us showed up. Unlike my previous homestay for STP, the house was dead quiet all night; and although I woke up several times in the middle of the night, I had no problem going back to sleep. The next morning we had breakfast together and our hosts returned us to the park. This year, the route out of Chehalis was not so much on the ugly frontage road, where I bonked on the 2003 ride (see: http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...a59ecd74a2f2c). Instead, we were on pleasant, empty farm roads. The only downer for this section of the trip was the sight of two guys, one riding down the middle of one lane, the other riding down the middle of the on-coming traffic lane. When a car came, they absolutely refused to move. We yelled at them, the car patiently drove behind them, but they continued to take up literally the entire road. *Finally* one of them moved over two share the lane so that the car could pass. What arrogant twits. Around this time, some fellow passed us. He said, "we were talking last night, and we decided that you were the ones that looked like you were having the most fun on STP". I enjoyed this complement. I think we do have a good time. One of the best parts of riding tandem is that you are close enough for conversation. We goof around quite a bit on the bike, with jokes and singing. I look for cars and traffic behind, David looks ahead, and I enjoy the teamwork. Some people call the tandem, the divorcycle, but this marriage apparently is surviving, perhaps even thriving, on the bicycle built for two. After Winlock (mile 120), we hopscotched with a Bike Friday tandem couple from Canada through the rollers, and then picked up a bunch of riders again in our slipstream. By 9:30 we had made it to the Lexington Food Stop (mile 146). We didn't have to wait for an escort across the Longview bridge (mile 153) -- we just rode up to the end of the line and just made it. David did an excellent job handling the bike through the cloverleaf at the Oregon side. We were going pretty fast, and there are plenty of bikes since you're herded over the bridge as a group. He swooped us through the cloverleaf, passing cyclist after cyclist, until we were down at the river level on the other side. Then it's mostly uphill to St. Helens, but we were aided by a tailwind most of the way. I really think the gorge winds make a huge difference on whether this is a horrible burdensome slog or a less burdensome slog. I am not fond of the shadeless, noisy, highly trafficked US-30, but I guess there's no alternative. At the St. Helens rest stop (mile 176) we ate bags of seemingly ambrosial popcorn and hung out. Then it was back on the bikes, and a great, mostly downhill run to the final Scappouse rest stop (mile 189). We pulled an enormous paceline of bikes, and appreciated all of their thanks when we decided to take a breather and they all went on their merry way. At Scappouse, my husband gave a packet of goo to a fellow cyclist who, despite having completed two STPs previously, had never tried this miraculous substance before. Certainly he and I sucked down our own sports gels for the final push of the ride. After Scappouse, you're so close to Portland you can taste it. We whipped down into town, across the Columbia, and then did the last few blocks and -- over the finish! Yay! After that, we loaded our bike on the truck, took showers, and rendezvous-ed at the beer garden. I had a gyro, one of the last ones before the stand ran out. Since the men have a shower line (us ladies just waltz in), David didn't get a gyro like he wanted, and had a cheese burger instead with his beer. After back-to-back centuries, something like this just feels like a wee snack. On the way to the bus, we ran into the guy David gave the goo to. He expressed how well this worked for him. The bus ride back was interminable (what else is new?), but when we arrived back at the U, we hightailed it to a U-Village restaurant for a real dinner. By the time we were done, our bike had arrived off of the truck, and we could head home. The STP this year for us was just great. The tandem makes it so easy. We did it at 16.4 mph on-bike, which is with zero pacelining (other than pulling for others), which I thought was pretty good. If we took fewer and shorter breaks, we could definitely do it as a one day. But as a two day, it was relatively relaxed and easy. I thought about how hard it was doing it with Rose last year. Two 12 hour days is a lot harder than two 9 hour ones. In retrospect, it makes that accomplishment even more awesome to me (last year's trip report he http://groups.google.com/group/rec.b...30c017a697d77). I am proud of her and me last year. This year, my positive post-STP feeling isn't of pride and "wow, we did it", but more a "man, that was a lot of *fun*!" Great report Claire. We were in Portland just a couple of weeks ago, from the SF Bay area, and were thinking that one year soon we should do STP. A couple of comments: the river you cross in Portland is the Willamette, not the Columbia. As for riding Hwy 30, it is not the only game in town. There are some inland roads away from the river that they could use to get you towards Portland without riding the highway. But 30 is the most direct route ..... and the flattest. - rick |
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STP 2006 best ever!
My husband and I did STP on the tandem. This was our first time doing
together like this -- fun and fast! With fabulous weather and a bit of a tail wind at times, this was my most enjoyable STP to date. Thanks for posting your STP report. I've read several of them now,and it makes for an interesting read. STP is another one of those rides to put on my list... --mev, Mike Vermeulen |
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