HE WAS A BEAR OF A MAN. The kind of guy you wouldn't want to play flag football against... an accidental swat might fling you and me to ambulanceland.
I blew by him, just on a nice tempo.
He was panting hard.
His lithe lady like a butterfly ahead.
I've seen it before. I'll see it again.
I popped up a nifty climb, snagging a PR. Dropped down a daring single track that had me walking, hoping no kids with big travel bikes mowed me down. Soon I was riding back up the the main dirt access road.
I'd forgotten about him.
But, there he was.
For a moment I imagined what it would be like to push a massive 300ish pound body up that road.
Lady barely breathing.
Skinny, endurance dorks like me flying by.
Not only is that an amazing physical effort, but possibly quite humbling.
I wanted to high-five him... then I realized he might snap my skinny twig of an arm in the process.
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