So this old motorcycle buddy invited my family over for dinner a while back. He tells me there will be another couple there as well and the husband rides mountain bikes. I enjoyed meeting the other couple, we had a pleasant chat, talked a lot about riding and promised to get together for a spin one of these days. This guy was probably real close to my age and was talking about riding with toe clips. I figured, okay, this will be a nice slow paced outing.
Well today was the day we finally got together. I met him at the trailhead (he rode from home) and here he is- on a new Santa Cruz Superlight with toe clips, sporting the first Bell bicycle helmet ever made and a tie-dyed Venice Beach tee shirt.
It took about 5 minutes for him to hand me my ass. His technical abilities were unbelievable, he was riding stuff I would never never even dream of... in toe clips. I have ridden with a few sponsored riders before but they had nothing on this gentleman. We spent the next two hours with me doing a lot of struggling on impossibly steep climbs, walking down loose, rocky switchbacks and him doing a lot of waiting.
I apologized for a boring ride, he apologized for being off his usual pace having ingested a lot of bourbon and beer the previous evening.
Jesus!
He gave me an out at this point and I pedaled off for the parking lot while he was on his way attacking another steep switchback.
Just goes to show you when you make assumptions...
Well today was the day we finally got together. I met him at the trailhead (he rode from home) and here he is- on a new Santa Cruz Superlight with toe clips, sporting the first Bell bicycle helmet ever made and a tie-dyed Venice Beach tee shirt.
It took about 5 minutes for him to hand me my ass. His technical abilities were unbelievable, he was riding stuff I would never never even dream of... in toe clips. I have ridden with a few sponsored riders before but they had nothing on this gentleman. We spent the next two hours with me doing a lot of struggling on impossibly steep climbs, walking down loose, rocky switchbacks and him doing a lot of waiting.
I apologized for a boring ride, he apologized for being off his usual pace having ingested a lot of bourbon and beer the previous evening.
Jesus!
He gave me an out at this point and I pedaled off for the parking lot while he was on his way attacking another steep switchback.
Just goes to show you when you make assumptions...