Finally back at the Marion Police Station. (Notice how many words have "ice" in them? Hmmm.) Anyway, we are two tired, cold but very satisfied cyclists. As we came into town, Mike fell back to alert me that he was going to sprint the last little bit to train for sprinting after a 100+ mile ride. He asked me if I was going to sprint. I replied, "I am sprinting." True to his word, he sprinted up the bricks on Market all the way to the top. He's a true cycling machine!