Going through the crowd of hundreds, I ran into a Golden Gate Park buddy of mine. He give me a high five and says,
"You gotta get a flag. You're gunna get run over!"
I look back and my flag is gone!!! One of these people must've taken it! It's secured well and it's never fallen off. There were a few nice people in the crowd too though. A whole gang of folks called out my name,
"How ya doing, Brian"
"Go Brian!"
"Make room for Brian."
Hahha, I knew people would react differently to me with my "Brian" license plate in the back.
After riding 14 miles, I've gathered the following statistics:
Number of high-fives? 3
Number of people who called me a loser? 1
Number of people who commented on it being a "recumbent"? 1
Number of naked men? - 9
Number of naked women? - 2.5
Number of 3 year olds passing out beer to runners? 2
"Do you want a beer?"
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