As I made a right turn off the main road about 8 miles from the hotel I saw 2 cyclists making the same turn, but from the opposite direction. As I looked at the lead cyclist he was wearing a white do rag (no helmet) just like the cyclist I had drafted behinf for an hour on my trip to Enego last week. He and his friend had ridden side by side and then implored me to follow them up the mountain after my hour of drafting.
I looked more closely and it had to be the same guy. As luck would have it we all three were stopped at the train tracks up ahead (for the first time in 4 separate weeks of 4 years of being on this road) and he pulled next to me and obviously recognized me too, saying, ti ricordati? Energo? Do you remember me. I said, of course, and we talked for a while and I told them I went to Conco the hard way this morning. They knew the route I had taken and agreed, that it was indeed Dura, hard.
He asked me if I lived nearby and I said I was on vacation. They asked where from and I told them I was from Texas, and they were very surprised as they had never met a cyclist from the US.
Finally the train went by and we took off together and they drafted me for a mile and then shouted that they were turning to go home. I shouted back that perhaps I would see them next year.
And maybe I will!
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