M.W. and I rode the Los Gatos Creek trail on Saturday, from Palo Alto to Los Gatos (I think). It was a pretty challenging ride up the creek, but it went really really fast, back down.
We have an incredibly competitive nature between the two of us. He is old and fast, I am young and built for comfort. Our bikes act as the "Great Equilizer" because I persist while his energy comes in spurts. The equilizer part? Wheels.
M.W. and I always try to work as a team. Whether it's cutting up fruit or going on a dinner (or donut) run, we like to keep eachother company, take some of the burden out of burdensome things, and most especially, find new ways to love, to laugh, and to see if I can make him spit soy mocha out of his nose.
As we were "racing" to where the car was parked on Saturday, I shared my water with him, doing the cool pass-off manovre that people with actual coordination and athletic ability can do. As he handed me back the bottle and then proceeded to stay at my side (instead of leaving me in the dust, a task which is allotted to him by the eighty-eleven extra gears that his shiny new K2 has) and yell to anyone who could hear: "Hey Lance... does Sheryl ride with you? Look who I've got with me?"
Had I not been going 20 mph down a board-walk clad hill, I'd have kissed him. Or wept. Or both. My reply? I yelled: "Who needs Lance Armstrong for a boyfriend when I've got my best friend in the whole wide world, right here? Eat your heart out, Sheryl."
My heart is actually bursting. What a great day!!!
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Cats Creek?
HOORAY!!!!!!!!!
I only know that gatos is kitties because of that line from a disgusting Kevin Costner movie that Rob and The Brain and I went to that time in Flint when the lady comes up to the desk at the hotel and screams, "DONDE ESTA MI F---ing GATO??!?"
Gato is Cat. Remember that dude I used to work with , whom we called "El Gato Grande"? Ha!
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