Our married son Kevin and a friend had told us that they had signed up to participate in a bicycle race known as the "California Death Ride" the next Sunday. It was in the fall and started in Death Valley, the lowest spot in California, and ended near the top of Mount Whitney, the highest elevation in the continental United States.
My wife Elsie and I asked them to let us know how they did in the race. He said, "I'll call you when I have finished."
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