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Vienna Rush Hour

Vienna Rush Hour

My Vienna trip wraps up with a nasty dose of food poisoning. I don’t make it out of the hotel till about 4 o’clock, just in time for rush hour.

I keep blaming my malaise on the bike — I haven’t been on one in a week, so it’s no wonder I’m sleeping poorly and dragging my butt. Next up, fifteen hours of flying to get home.

Almost everyone is a utility cyclist; there’s not much Lycra to be seen.



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