WLM
| adventure
green became more of the sage shade,
and the sun zoomed closer.
The day flowed into hours of gravel
roads of varied quality, numerous refills of camelbaks, countless applications of sunscreen, admiration of Karla’s grit, and mild envy over Marina’s
smooshies: peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches with Fritos smushed into
the soggy bread. Shad shined. We had
attached a bungee towing system to
the back of his bike, and in true Shadstyle, he almost wordlessly pulled his
weight and more up countless hills.
We’d all start grinding upward and,
naturally, spread out a bit, then Shad
would drop back while Marina and I
pushed on. Then I’d hear them coming: whoomph, whoomph whoomph
went their wheels. I’d hear the gravel
kicking up, and suddenly Shad, then
Karla on the bungee, would go fl