Within a few minutes, she’d be off on an evening ride around the outskirts of Bend before heading into the hills. After the heat of the day cooled, the arid dry temperatures of summer in Central Oregon were quite pleasant. When she finished this ride, Nyssa would be one step closer to tip-top condition. Her clients counted on prime performances from their leaders, and she didn’t intend to let them down. Her Cycle the World Tours had guided vacation trips all over the world. On a normal day the riders biked fifty to one hundred miles on varying terrain. After showers, they dined on the most delicious food each country had to offer and slept in the most expensive hotels. “Just call me Ms. Fix-it,” she said with satisfaction. This was one bike no one else in the shop could put together. With a smile she pushed off the hardwood floor of what she hoped would one day be the best little bike shop in Bend. She was prepared to test-ride the new bike around the block, a very long block, which she knew would take at least fifteen minutes to negotiate.
