A salute to that dude who is just fucking gone

Hail him, for he is the dude who is just fucking gone.

We’ve all seen him out on the trail…briefly. It’s always when you’re chugging up a grade, doing your best. Though tired, maybe you’re feeling pretty good because you’re climbing faster than the last time you battled gravity in this spot.

First you hear his tires crunching the trail behind you. You ride harder, but there is no hope. This dude is better than you, and at that moment, you have no idea how much better.

You let him go by and next thing you know, the guy is just fucking gone.

You go around a corner onto a straight piece of trail. Still gone. You don’t know how, but the dude is just gone. Actually, you do know how. You got smoked. You suck. He doesn’t. He’s gone way ahead and you’re gone way behind.

However, we can’t hate on the guy who is just fucking gone. We must salute him. For he shames us with his level of bad assness, but he also motivates.

And here’s the cool thing about the guy who is gone: the more we ride and the better we get, the less we see him.

When we first ride, he’s there damn near every time we hit the trail. In fact, we see him several times a ride. He’s everywhere, like zombies. But as the trips out increase and the miles pile up behind us, we have fewer sightings of this ego punisher.

Eventually, the guy who is just fucking gone is just fucking gone.

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