While we were grunting on a very little 34x25, an old man was spotted up ahead, on the top of the climb. A hat, elbow patches, and grocery bags. Our eyes locked, and he immediately understood the size of the cross we were bearing, and its weight. He immediately dropped his bags, hurried down, and pushed us up the climb.
|Photo by FaceMePLS, under CC BY 2.0.|
Thank you Old Belgian Man, for understanding our sport of cycling. Lieve Vlaanderen!
In case you are wondering, that photo is not of that old man. We had much suffering and didn't take a picture.