As you may be aware, I may have somewhat been a tad, a wee, a little, just a tiny bit obnoxious with my heckling of Drew over the last year about his cycling. We finally got out for our first ride together today and did this:
And I have to say, Drew is a damn strong rider. Honestly, at the end of the ride I think he may have had more left in the tank than I did. Long day with LOTS of climbing, with the two of us taking turns pulling my buddy around who ran out of gas at about the 85 mile mark. All day long he and I traded off the front spot back and forth. (For non-cyclists, the guy in front "pulls" by basically eating all of the headwind, and letting the people behind him get pulled along in the draft.)
To make things even worse (for me), I'm crashed out on the couch, and he's at a bar drinking a margarita right now.
I was wrong, and I'll go on record saying that I owe the man a burrito and a beer.