I was just finishing a Clif bar in the shade by the railroad tracks, a hard 27 miles in and I was already out of gas. A boy about 8 rolled up next to me on his mountain bike. Are you the mailman? No. (In his defense, my kit was blue and gray.) What are you doing?
A fist bump with my 8-year-old self
A fist bump with my 8-year-old self
A fist bump with my 8-year-old self
I was just finishing a Clif bar in the shade by the railroad tracks, a hard 27 miles in and I was already out of gas. A boy about 8 rolled up next to me on his mountain bike. Are you the mailman? No. (In his defense, my kit was blue and gray.) What are you doing?