Something just struck me about the fellow leading the ride yesterday. I'm pretty good goin' up a hill, and, using a bike not geared for hills, this guy caught up and rode right behind me on at least two occasions. He could have cooked me... but he didn't.
That's the kind of rider I want to be. I want to be that strong, with that little need to prove myself.
Thanks, Ken.
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