I was doing my best this morning to hold onto Tuck’s wheel as we rode the rise on Bridgeway past Mollie Stones. When I finally gave up, I sensed an unfamiliar bike on my wheel and I grimaced as he passed me. I gave him the typical, “Good Morning” as I grumbled under my breath about getting dropped. But the guy smiled at me and said, “Hey, Wheel Destroyer?” “Yup”, I said, not knowing exactly who I was talking to. “Its me, Bingo. Nice to finally meet you, Matthew”.
We chatted for a while until, of course, the Golden Gate Market where I dismissed myself, “This is where you and I part”, and Bingo made his merry way up the hill without me.
I have not yet figured out exactly how he figured out who I am, given my pseudonym on Strava and my name not being posted on the back of my jersey this morning. But who cares … Good times.