Tonight I'm feeling a strange combination of satisfaction and remorse. I made my friend barf on the ride tonight. In no way was I trying to do it. Apparently a combination of a bad salad at lunch and a little more exertion than he's currently used to did it. He lasted about 25 minutes into the ride before he went. This makes me feel somehow manly... yet not at all happy about pushing him over the edge. I don't enjoy hurting others, but I guess I really am in better shape than I thought.
This is the same guy I made pass-out on a ride. We were riding up a steep hill high in the Rocky mountains in Colorado. When the rest of the group got to the top of the climb, he wasn't with us. So we waited. And waited. And waited. When we were just about ready to go back and look for him, he finally showed up. Apparently, part way up the climb, he got light headed, fell off the bike, and passed out. It probably doesn't help that he smokes.
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