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.