In the foreground, some Bradley guy. Out of the saddle, working hard to reel in the 'Bite.
Ranch Respect!
By the way, when he passed me, I had no idea what hit me. He smoked me. Said "Good morning" as he passed. I had no idea there was anyone coming, no idea who it was, and was stunned in incomprehension for 3 solid seconds that some guy had come by me that quick in a section that steep. "Nice speed" I forced out of my lungs, at the wheel pulling away in front of me.
I am pretty good up a climb. But that man is truly faaaaaast.
