Good call.

So my great buddy Rob, after having the shits for 10 days, finally conceded that enough was enough, and pulled out of his race, a mere 3,100 miles in. The remaining 2000 miles, on a bike in the wilderness, were a risk not worth taking, he rationalised.

Good call Robbo. You have to know when to stop. And you did.

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