It was a pleasure. We hadn't met before, but Teresa asked me to look out for a guy with a White Mountain Double jersey on the course, and she packed me a care package of food endurolytes for the doubles riders.
So I roll up to the fire station on Decker as the sun is getting low, and there he is ... and he needs food. Serendipitous, eh?
I look forward to
riding some doubles with him.
