“Doing good?” Tony asks at an intersection as I stop alongside him.
“Yeah, great,” I say.
“I heard your motor cut out.”
“Just stopping for pictures,” I explain.
Tony lays out some trail options from here that I’m not familiar with. “I wouldn’t mind something a little more challenging,” I propose, wherever that leads.
“Bored, huh?” he asks, smiling.
Soon I’m working up a sweat to keep from falling over.