Monday, August 4, 2008

Missed connections

Suncrest hill North, 8/1/2008, M4M [platonic]

I was grinding my way slowly up the north side of Suncrest Friday morning, dripping with sweat, ears about to bleed, a little chunk of vomit in the back of my throat while doing my best to hold the rest down.

You were driving your black Subaru Outback, A/C comfortably blowing against your face as you coasted--not too much brake--down the hill. You recognized the pink Fat Cyclist jersey and waved. Not recognizing me beneath the helmet and sunglasses, you turned to look at my frame as you passed, trying to recognize rider by bike.


  1. mark, that was me. i saw the jersey, then realized it was you, which surprised me, since i know you live in idaho.

    i wish i'd known you were in town, we rode from suncrest down through alpine, and up af to top, and back to suncrest early friday morning.

    from your description, i think we had a better ride than you did.

  2. Yeah, I was actually pretty sure it was you, but I thought writing it as a "missed connections" would be more interesting than just sending you an email saying "dude, was that you?"

    I wondered if you guys were riding Thursday morning. Would have been nice to meet up with you, but that would have required waking up early, which I didn't want to do. Besides, I was intent on suffering up the North side of the hill as well as the south, which I preferred to do alone.

  3. Oops, I meant Friday morning. So hard to keep track of what day of the week it is when you don't have a job.

  4. Or....if your husband works from home! : )